Tremayne. Thank you very much. (Turns to go up c.) Er–(He hesitates.)
Belinda (helpfully). Yes?
Tremayne. I wonder if you'd mind very much if I called one day to thank you formally for the lesson you gave me in pronunciation?
Belinda (gravely). Yes. I almost think you ought to. I think it's the correct thing to do.
Tremayne (contentedly). Thank you very much, Mrs. Tremayne.
Belinda. You'll come in quite formally (pointing to R. with her sunshade) by the front-door next time, won't you, because–because that seems the only chance of my getting to know your name.
Tremayne. Oh, I beg your pardon. My name is–er–er–Robinson.
(She is highly amused and looks round towards the house, recalling to her mind Delia.)
Belinda (laughing). How very odd!
Tremayne (startled). Odd?