Tremayne (at the swing doors). It's no good your pretending to be surprised, because you said I could come. (Coming down to the back of the table C. and putting down his hat.)
Belinda (rising, shaking hands and welcoming him). But I can still be surprised that you wanted to come.
Tremayne Oh no, you aren't.
Belinda (marking it off on her fingers). Just a little bit–that much.
Tremayne. It would be much more surprising if I hadn't come.
Belinda (crossing to the Chesterfield, picking up her book and handing it to Tremayne, who puts it on the table). It is a pretty garden, isn't it? (She sits on R. end of Chesterfield.)
Tremayne (coming to her). You forget that I saw the garden yesterday.
Belinda. Oh, but the things have grown so much since then. Let me see, this is the third day you've been and we only met three days ago. (He moves behind the Chesterfield to the left end of it.) And then you're coming to dinner again to-night.
Tremayne (eagerly and leaning over the Chesterfield). Am I?
Belinda. Yes. Haven't you been asked?