The Lute of Love--(_To herself_.) I haven't been saying that lately. (_With great expression_.) The Lute of Love--the Lute. (_She pats her mouth back_.) TREMAYNE. And who is Mr. Devenish--! BELINDA (_putting her hand on his sleeve_). You'll let me know when it's my turn, won't you? TREMAYNE. Your turn? BELINDA. Yes, to ask questions. I love this game--it's just like clumps. (_She crosses her hands on her lap and waits for the next question_.) TREMAYNE. I beg your pardon. I--er--of course have no right to cross-examine you like this. BELINDA. Oh, do go on, I love it. (_With childish excitement_.) I've got my question ready. TREMAYNE (_smiling and going and sitting beside her again_). I think perhaps it _is_ your turn. BELINDA (_eagerly_). Is it really? (_He nods_.) Well then-- (_in a loud voice_)--who is Mr. Robinson? TREMAYNE (_alarmed_). What? BELINDA. I think it's a fair question. I met you three days ago and you told me you were staying at Mariton. Mariton. You can say it all right now, can't you? TREMAYNE. I think so. BELINDA (_coaxingly_). Just say it. TREMAYNE. Mariton. BELINDA (_clapping her hands_). Lovely! I don't think any of the villagers do it as well as that. TREMAYNE. Well? BELINDA (_looking very hard at TREMAYNE--he wonders whether she has discovered his identity_). Well, that was three days ago. You came the next day to see the garden, and you came the day after to see the garden, and you've come this morning--to see the garden; and you're coming to dinner to-night, and it's so lovely, we shall simply have to go into the garden afterwards. And all I know about you is that you haven't any relations called Robinson. TREMAYNE. What do I know about Mrs. Tremayne but that she has a relation called Robinson? BELINDA. And two dear friends called Devenish and Baxter. TREMAYNE (_rising--annoyed_). I was forgetting them. (_Crosses to below_ L. _end of_ C. _table_.) BELINDA (_to herself, with a sly look round at the cupboard_), I mustn't forget Mr. Baxter. TREMAYNE. But what does it matter? What would it matter if I knew nothing about you? (_Moving up to_ R. _end of Chesterfield and leaning over it_.) I know everything about you--everything that matters. BELINDA (_leaning back and closing her eyes contentedly_). Tell me some of them. TREMAYNE (_bending over her earnestly_). Belinda-- BELINDA (_still with her eyes shut_). He's going to propose to me. I can feel it coming. TREMAYNE (_starting back_). Confound it! how many men _have_ proposed to you? BELINDA (_surprised_). Since when? TREMAYNE. Since your first husband proposed to you.