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Milne, A. A. (Alan Alexander), 1882-1956

"First Plays"

Oh no!
DELIA. I wonder why not?
BELINDA. Well, you see, if I had, he might have wanted to stay.
DELIA. But--
BELINDA (hurt). If he didn't want to stay for _me_, I didn't
want him to stay for _you_. (Penitently.) Forgive me, darling,
but I didn't know you very well then. (DELIA jumps off the table
and hugs her mother impetuously.) We've been very happy together,
haven't we?
DELIA (going back to her seat). I should think we have.
BELINDA. I don't want to deny you anything, and, of course, if
you'd like a stepfather (looking down modestly) or two--
DELIA. Oh, you _have_ been enjoying yourself.
BELINDA. Only you see how awkward it would be if Jack turned up in
the middle of the wedding, like--like Eugene Aram.
DELIA. Enoch Arden, darling.
BELINDA. It's very confusing their having the same initials.
Perhaps I'd better call them both E. A. in future and then I shall
be safe. Well, anyhow it would be awkward, darling, wouldn't it?
Not that I should know him from Adam after all these years--except
for a mole on his left arm.
DELIA. Perhaps Adam had a mole.
BELINDA. No, darling; you're thinking of Noah. He had two.
DELIA (thoughtfully). I wonder what would happen if you met
somebody whom you really did fall in love with?
BELINDA (reproachfully). Now you're being serious, and it's
April.


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