BELINDA. Yes, that's much better .... (_As if it were he who had interrupted_.) Well, do go on. TREMAYNE. I'm afraid it isn't much of an apology really. I saw what looked like a private road (_points_ L.), but what I rather hoped wasn't, and--well, I thought I'd risk it. I do hope you'll forgive me. BELINDA. Oh, but I love people seeing my garden. Are you staying in Mariton? TREMAYNE. I think so. Oh yes, decidedly. BELINDA. Well, perhaps the next time the road won't feel so private. TREMAYNE. How charming of you! (_He feels he must know. A piano is heard off playing "Belinda." The tune is continued until the fall of the curtain_.) Are you Mrs. Tremayne by any chance? BELINDA. Yes. TREMAYNE (_nodding to himself_). Yes. BELINDA. How did _you_ know? TREMAYNE (_hastily inventing, moving down_ L. _below the hammock_). They use you as a sign-post in the village. Past Mrs. Tremayne's house and then bear to the left-- BELINDA. And you couldn't go past it? TREMAYNE. I'm afraid I couldn't. Thank you so much for not minding. (_Going up to the_ L. _of her_.) Well, I must be getting on, I have trespassed quite enough. BELINDA (_regretfully_). And you haven't really seen the garden yet. TREMAYNE. If you won't mind my going on this way, I shall see some more on my way out. BELINDA. Please do. It likes being looked at. (_With the faintest suggestion of demureness_.) All pretty things do. TREMAYNE. Thank you very much. (_Turns to go up c_.) Er----(_He hesitates_.) BELINDA (_helpfully_). Yes? TREMAYNE. I wonder if you'd mind very much if I called one day to thank you formally for the lesson you gave me in pronunciation? BELINDA (_gravely_). Yes. I almost think you ought to. I think it's the correct thing to do. TREMAYNE (_contentedly_). Thank you very much, Mrs. Tremayne. BELINDA. You'll come in quite formally (_pointing to_ R. _with her sunshade_) by the front-door next time, won't you, because-- because that seems the only chance of my getting to know your name. TREMAYNE. Oh, I beg your pardon. My name is--er--er--Robinson. (_She is highly amused and looks round towards the house, recalling to her mind_ DELIA.) BELINDA (_laughing_). How very odd! TREMAYNE (_startled_). Odd? BELINDA. Yes; we have some one called Robinson (_nodding towards the house_) staying in the house. I wonder if she is any relation? TREMAYNE (_hastily_). Oh no, no. No, she couldn't be. I have no relations called Robinson--not to speak of. BELINDA. You must tell me all about your relations when you come and call, Mr. Robinson. TREMAYNE. I think we can find something better worth talking about than that.