--Oh, never mind about that. A daughter? Belinda, how could you let me go and not tell me? BELINDA. You forget how you'd slammed the door. It isn't the sort of thing you shout through the window to a man on his way to America. TREMAYNE (_taking her in his arms_). Oh, Belinda, don't let me ever go away again. (DEVENISH _and_ DELIA _enter from up_ L. _and pass the windows on the way to the swing doors_.) BELINDA. I'm not going to, Jack. I'm going to settle down into a staid old married woman. TREMAYNE. Oh no, you're not. You're going on just as you did before. And I'm going to propose to you every April, and win you, over all the other men in love with you. BELINDA. You darling! (_They embrace_.) (DELIA _and_ DEVENISH _come in from the garden_.) TREMAYNE (_quietly to_ BELINDA). Our daughter. DELIA (_going up to_ TREMAYNE). You're my father. TREMAYNE. If you don't mind very much, Delia. DELIA. You've been away a long time. TREMAYNE. I'll do my best to make up for it. BELINDA. Delia, darling, I think you might kiss your poor old father. (_As the does to,_ DEVENISH _suddenly and hastily kisses_ BELINDA _on the cheek_.) DEVENISH. Just in case you're going to be my mother-in-law. TREMAYNE. We seem to be rather a family party. BELINDA (_suddenly_). There! (_Moving to the door_ L.) We've forgotten Mr. Baxter again. BAXTER (_who has come in quietly with a book in his hand_). Oh, don't mind about me, Mrs. Tremayne. I've enjoyed myself immensely. (_He crosses to the arm-chair below the fireplace and places it in front of the fire_.) (BELINDA _and_ TREMAYNE _move up into the inner room by the refectory table and embrace, their backs to_ BAXTER. DELIA _and_ DEVENISH _are by the swing doors. They also embrace, their backs to_ BAXTER.) (_Referring to his book_.) I have been collecting some most valuable information on (looking round at them and sitting in the arm-chair and continuing to read) lunacy in the--er--county of Devonshire. (_The_ CURTAIN _falls_.)