Devenish--you mustn't!"--when she sees DELIA.) Delia!
DELIA. Well, mummy, aren't you glad to see me?
BELINDA. My darling child! (They kiss each other frantically.)
DELIA. Say you're glad.
BELINDA (sitting up). My darling, I'm absolutely--Hold the hammock
while I get out, dear; we don't want an accident. (Getting out with
DELIA'S help) They're all right when you're there, and they'll bear
two tons, but they're horrid getting in and out of. (Kissing her
again) Darling, it really _is_ you?
DELIA. Oh, it is jolly seeing you again. I believe you were asleep.
BELINDA (with dignity). Certainly not, child. I was reading
"The Nineteenth Century"--(with an air)--and after. (Earnestly)
Darling, wasn't it next Thursday you were coming back?
DELIA. No, this Thursday, silly.
BELINDA (penitently). Oh, my darling, and I was going over to
Paris to bring you home.
DELIA. I half expected you.
BELINDA. So confusing their both being called Thursday. And you
were leaving school for the very last time. If you don't forgive
me, Delia, I shall cry.
DELIA (stroking her hand fondly). Silly mother!
(BELINDA sits down in a basket chair and DELIA sits on a table next
to her.)
BELINDA. Isn't it a lovely day for April, darling! I've wanted to
say that to somebody all day, and you're the first person who's
given me the chance.
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