DEVENISH (sympathetically). Yes, yes.
BELINDA (turning to him suddenly). And Mr. Devenish too.
BAXTER. Er—
DEVENISH. Er—
(They stand before her guiltily and have nothing to say.)
BELINDA (with a shrug). Well, I shall have to marry somebody else, that's all.
BAXTER. Who?
BELINDA. I suppose Mr. Robinson. After all, if I am Delia's mother, and Mr. Baxter says that Mr. Robinson's her father, it's about time we were married.
DEVENISH (eagerly). Mrs. Tremayne, what fools we are! He is your husband all the time!
BELINDA. Yes.