Belinda (putting her hand on his sleeve). You'll let me know when it's my turn, won't you?
Tremayne. Your turn?
Belinda. Yes, to ask questions. I love this game–it's just like clumps. (She crosses her hands on her lap and waits for the next question.)
Tremayne. I beg your pardon. I–er–of course have no right to cross-examine you like this.
Belinda. Oh, do go on, I love it. (With childish excitement.) I've got my question ready.
Tremayne (smiling and going and sitting beside her again). I think perhaps it is your turn.
Belinda (eagerly). Is it really? (He nods.) Well then–(in a loud voice)–who is Mr. Robinson?
Tremayne (alarmed). What?
Belinda. I think it's a fair question. I met you three days ago and you told me you were staying at Mariton. Mariton. You can say it all right now, can't you?
Tremayne. I think so.