be a
surprise for her.

DEVENISH. Of course! I shouldn't dream--(Indignantly.) Robinson! _What_
an unsuitable name!

[BAXTER _and_ DELIA _are_ just going into the house.]

BELINDA (dismissing DEVENISH). All right, I'll catch you up.

[DEVENISH goes after the other two.]

(Left alone, BELINDA _laughs happily_ to herself, and then begins to look
rather aimlessly about her. She picks up her sunshade and opens it. She
comes to the hammock, picks out her handkerchief, says, "Ah, there you
are!" and puts it away. She goes slowly towards the house, turns her
head just as she comes to the door, and comes slowly back again. She
stops at the table looking down the garden.)

BELINDA (to herself). Have you lost yourself, or something? No; the
latch is this side.... Yes, that's right.

[TREMAYNE comes in. He has been knocking about the world for eighteen
years, and is very much a man, though he has kept his manners. His hair
is greying a little at the sides, and he looks the forty-odd that he
is. Without his moustache and beard he is very different from the boy
BELINDA married.]

TREMAYNE (with his hat in his hand). I'm afraid I'm trespassing.

BELINDA (winningly). But it's such a pretty garden (turns away, dosing
her parasol), isn't it?

TREMAYNE (rather confused). I-I beg your pardon, I-er--(He is wondering
if it can possibly be she. BELINDA thinks his confusion is due to the
fact that he is trespassing, and hastens to put him at his ease.)

BELINDA. I should have done the same myself, you know.

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.

TREMAYNE. Do I?

BELINDA. Yes; we always call it Mariton down here. (Earnestly.) You
don't mind, do you?

TREMAYNE (smiling). Not a bit.

BELINDA. Just say it--to see if you've got it right.

TREMAYNE. Mariton.

BELINDA (shaking her head). Oh no, that's quite wrong. Try it again
(With a rustic accent.) Mariton.

TREMAYNE. Mariton.

BELINDA. Yes, that's much better.... (As if it were he who had
interrupted.) Well, do