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

"First Plays"

S'sh!" and returns to her chair. TREMAYNE comes in.)
TREMAYNE (at the door). It's no good your pretending to be
surprised, because you said I could come.
BELINDA (welcoming him). But I can still be surprised that you
wanted to come.
TREMAYNE Oh no, you aren't.
BELINDA (marking it off on her fingers). Just a little bit--that
much.
TREMAYNE. It would be much more surprising if I hadn't come.
BELINDA (sitting down on the sofa). It is a pretty garden, isn't
it?
TREMAYNE (sitting down next to her). You forget that I saw the
garden yesterday.
BELINDA. Oh, but the things have grown so much since then. Let me
see, this is the third day you've been and we only met three days
ago. And then you're coming to dinner again to-night.
TREMAYNE (eagerly). Am I?
BELINDA. Yes. Haven't you been asked?
TREMAYNE. No, not a word.
BELINDA. Yes, that's quite right; I remember now, I only thought of
it this morning, so I couldn't ask you before, could I?
TREMAYNE (earnestly). What made you think of it then?
BELINDA (romantically). It was at the butcher's. There was one
little lamb cutlet left over and sitting out all by itself, and
there was nobody to love it. And I said to myself, suddenly, "I
know, that will do for Mr. Robinson." (Prosaically.) I do hope you
like lamb?
TREMAYNE.


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