Belinda (coaxingly). Just say it.
Tremayne. Mariton.
Belinda (clapping her hands). Lovely! I don't think any of the villagers do it as well as that.
Tremayne. Well?
Belinda (looking very hard at Tremayne–he wonders whether she has discovered his identity). Well, that was three days ago. You came the next day to see the garden, and you came the day after to see the garden, and you've come this morning–to see the garden; and you're coming to dinner to-night, and it's so lovely, we shall simply have to go into the garden afterwards. And all I know about you is that you haven't any relations called Robinson.
Tremayne. What do I know about Mrs. Tremayne but that she has a relation called Robinson?
Belinda. And two dear friends called Devenish and Baxter.
Tremayne (rising–annoyed). I was forgetting them. (Crosses to below L. end of C. table.)
Belinda (to herself, with a sly look round at the cupboard), I mustn't forget Mr. Baxter.
Tremayne. But what does it matter? What would it matter if I knew nothing about you? (Moving up to R. end of Chesterfield and leaning over it.) I know everything about you–everything that matters.