TREMAYNE (pulling himself together). Oh, but you mustn't think I just came in because I liked the garden—
BELINDA (clapping her hands). No; but say you do like it, quick.
TREMAYNE. It's lovely and—(He hesitates.)
BELINDA (hopefully). Yes?
TREMAYNE (with conviction). Yes, it's lovely.
BELINDA (with that happy sigh of hers). O-oh!... Now tell me what really did happen?
TREMAYNE. I was on my way to Marytown—
BELINDA. To where?
TREMAYNE. Marytown.
BELINDA. Oh, you mean Mariton.