TREMAYNE (getting up). But what does it matter? What would it matter if I knew nothing about you? I know everything about you--everything that matters. BELINDA (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. Confound it! how many men _have_ proposed to you? BELINDA (surprised). Since when? TREMAYNE. Since your first husband proposed to you. BELINDA. Oh, I thought you meant this year. (Sitting up.) Well now, let me see. (Slowly and thoughtfully.) One. (She pushes up her first finger.) Two. (She pushes up the second.) Three. (She pushes up the third finger, holds it there for a moment and then pushes it gently down again.) No, I don't think that one ought to count really. (She pushes up two more fingers and the thumb.) Three, four, five--do you want the names or just the total? TREMAYNE. This is horrible. BELINDA (innocently). But anybody can propose. Now if you'd asked how many I'd accepted--Let me see, where was I up to? I shan't count yours, because I haven't really had it yet. Six, seven--Yes, Betty, what is it? [BETTY has just come in from the door on the left.] BETTY. If you please, ma'am, cook would like to speak to you for a minute. BELINDA (getting up). Yes, I'll come. (To TREMAYNE.) You'll forgive me, won't you? You'll find some cigarettes there. (She starts to go, but comes back and adds confidentially) It's probably about the lamb cutlets; I expect your little one refuses to be cooked. [She goes out after BETTY.] (Left alone, TREMAYNE stalks moodily about the room, occasionally kicking things which come in his way. He takes up his hat suddenly and goes towards the door; stops irresolutely and comes back. He is standing in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets when DEVENISH comes in from the door on the left.) DEVENISH (surprised). Hullo! TREMAYNE Hullo!... Are you Mr. Devenish? DEVENISH. Yes. TREMAYNE. Devenish the poet? DEVENISH (coming up and shaking him warmly by the hand). My dear fellow, you know my work? TREMAYNE (grimly). My dear Mr. Devenish, your name is most familiar to me. DEVENISH. I congratulate you. I thought your great-grandchildren would be the first to hear of me. TREMAYNE. My name's Robinson, by the way. DEVENISH. Then let me return the compliment, Robinson. Your name is familiar to _me_. TREMAYNE (hastily). I don't think I'm related to any Robinsons you know. DEVENISH. Well, no, I suppose not. When I was very much younger I began a collection of Robinsons. Actually it was only three days ago, but it seems much longer. Many things have happened since then. TREMAYNE (uninterested). Really! DEVENISH. There is a man called Baxter who is still collecting, I believe. For myself, I am only interested in one of the great family--Delia. TREMAYNE (eagerly). You are interested in _her_?