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

"First Plays"

And you couldn't go past it?
TREMAYNE. I'm afraid I couldn't. Thank you so much for not minding.
Well, I must be getting on, I have trespassed quite enough.
BELINDA (regretfully). And you haven't really seen the garden yet.
TREMAYNE. If you won't mind my going on this way, I shall see some
more on my way out.
BELINDA. Please do. It likes being looked at. (With the faintest
suggestion of demureness) All pretty things do.
TREMAYNE. Thank you very much. Er--(He hesitates.)
BELINDA (helpfully). Yes?
TREMAYNE. I wonder if you'd mind very much if I called one day to
thank you formally for the lesson you gave me in pronunciation?
BELINDA (gravely). Yes. I almost think you ought to. I think it's
the correct thing to do.
TREMAYNE (contentedly). Thank you very much, Mrs. Tremayne.
BELINDA. You'll come in quite formally by the front-door next time,
won't you, because--because that seems the only chance of my
getting to know your name.
TREMAYNE. Oh, I beg your pardon. My name is--er--er--Robinson.
BELINDA (laughing). How very odd!
TREMAYNE (startled). Odd?
BELINDA. Yes; we have someone called Robinson staying in the house.
I wonder if she is any relation?
TREMAYNE (hastily). Oh no, no. No, she couldn't be. I have no
relations called Robinson--not to speak of.
BELINDA (holding out her hand).


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