BELINDA. That's right. (BAXTER _rejoins_ DELIA. _Raising her voice_.) Oh, Mr. Devenish. (DEVENISH, _who is evidently much attracted by_ DELIA, _apologizes to her and goes back between tree and hammock to_ L. _of_ BELINDA.) DEVENISH. Yes, Mrs. Tremayne? BELINDA (_secretly_). Not a word to her about Mr. Robinson. It must 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_. TREMAYNE _enters from_ L. _and with his back to the audience tries latch of imaginary gate below scenic painted gateway_ L. BELINDA _turns her head, hearing imaginary click of the garden gate_ L. _She comes slowly back_ R.C.) BELINDA (_seeing_ TREMAYNE). 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, moving down_ R. _a little _). But it's such a pretty garden (_turns away, dosing her parasol_), isn't it? (TREMAYNE, _half recognizing her, moves to back of hammock and leans across to obtain a better view of her_.) 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.