DELIA. And did you say dramatically, "If you really loved me, you'd take it off"?
BELINDA (apologetically). I'm afraid I did, darling.
DELIA. And what did he say?
BELINDA. He said—very rudely—that, if I loved him, I'd do my hair in a different way.
DELIA. How ridiculous!
BELINDA (touching her hair). Of course, I didn't do it like this then. (With a sigh.) I suppose we never ought to have married, really.
DELIA. Why did you?
BELINDA. Mother rather wanted it. (Solemnly.) Delia, never get married because your mother—Oh, I forgot; I'm your mother.
DELIA. And I don't want a better one.... And so you left each other?
BELINDA. Yes.