Tremayne (going round the left end of the Chesterfield). No, not a word.
Belinda. Yes, that's quite right; I remember now, I only thought of it this morning, so I couldn't ask you before, could I?
Tremayne (earnestly). What made you think of it then?
Belinda (romantically). It was at the butcher's.
Tremayne. Eh?
Belinda. There was one little lamb cutlet left over and sitting out all by itself, and there was nobody to love it. And I said to myself, suddenly, "I know, that will do for Mr. Robinson." (Protaically.) I do hope you like lamb?
Tremayne (sitting on her left side). I adore it.
Belinda. Oh, I'm so glad I When I saw it sitting there I thought you'd love it. I'm afraid I can't tell you any more about the rest of the dinner, because I wouldn't tell Mr. Devenish, and I want to be fair.
Tremayne (jealously). Who's Mr. Devenish?
Belinda. Oh, haven't you met him? He's always coming here.