BELINDA (jumping up and catching her firmly by the arms). You will do nothing of the sort. You will take off that hat--(she lets go of the arm and begins to take out the pin) which is a perfect duck, and I don't know why I didn't say so before--(she puts the hat down on the table) and let me take a good look at you (she does so), and kiss you (she does so), and then we'll go to your room and unpack and have a lovely talk about clothes. And then we'll have tea. [BETTY comes in.] BELINDA. And now here's Betty coming in to upset all our delightful plans, just when we've made them. DELIA. How are you, Betty? I've left school. BETTY. Very nicely, thank you, miss. You've grown. BELINDA (patting the top of DELIA'S head). I'm much taller than she is.... Well, Betty, what is it? BETTY. The two gentlemen, Mr. Baxter and Mr. Devenish, have both called together, ma'am. BELINDA (excited). Oh! How--how very simultaneous of them! DELIA (eagerly). Oh, do let me see them! BELINDA. Darling, you'll see plenty of them before you've finished. (To BETTY) What have you done with them? BETTY. They're waiting in the hall, ma'am, while I said I would see if you were at home. BELINDA. All right, Betty. Give me two minutes and then show them out here. BETTY. Yes, ma'am. [Exit.] BELINDA. They can't do much harm to each other in two minutes. DELIA (taking her hat). Well, I'll go and unpack. You really won't mind my coming down afterwards? BELINDA. Of course not. (A little awkwardly) Darling one, I wonder if you'd mind--just at first--being introduced as my niece. You see, I expect they're in a bad temper already, having come here together, and we don't want to spoil their day entirely. DELIA (smiling). I'll be your mother if you like. BELINDA. Oh no, that wouldn't do, because then Mr. Baxter would feel that he ought to ask your permission before paying his attentions to me. He's just that sort of man. A niece is so safe--however good you are at statistics, you can't really prove anything. DELIA. All right, mummy. BELINDA (enjoying herself). You'd like to be called by a different name, wouldn't you? There's something so thrilling about taking a false name. Such a lot of adventures begin like that. How would you like to be Miss Robinson, darling? It's a nice easy one to remember. (Persuasively.) And you shall put your hair up so as to feel more disguised. What fun we're going to have! DELIA. You baby! All right, then, I'm Miss Robinson, your favourite niece. (She moves towards the house.) BELINDA. How sweet of you! Oh, I'm coming with you to do your hair. You don't think you're going to be allowed to do it yourself, when so much depends on it, and husbands leave you because of it, and--[They do in together.]