Tremayne. How charming of you! (He feels he must know. A piano is heard off playing "Belinda." The tune is continued until the fall of the curtain.) Are you Mrs. Tremayne by any chance?
Belinda. Yes.
Tremayne (nodding to himself). Yes.
Belinda. How did you know?
Tremayne (hastily inventing, moving down L. below the hammock). They use you as a sign-post in the village. Past Mrs. Tremayne's house and then bear to the left—
Belinda. And you couldn't go past it?
Tremayne. I'm afraid I couldn't. Thank you so much for not minding. (Going up to the L. of her.) Well, I must be getting on, I have trespassed quite enough.
Belinda (regretfully). And you haven't really seen the garden yet.
Tremayne. If you won't mind my going on this way, I shall see some more on my way out.
Belinda. Please do. It likes being looked at. (With the faintest suggestion of demureness.) All pretty things do.