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TREMAYNE. Belinda.
BELINDA. Yes, Henry!
TREMAYNE. My name is John.
BELINDA. Well, you never told me. I had to guess. Everybody thinks
they can call me Belinda without giving me the least idea what
their own names are. You were saying, John?
TREMAYNE. My friends call me Jack.
BELINDA. Jack Robinson. That's the man who always goes away so
quickly. I hope you're making more of a stay?
TREMAYNE. Oh, you maddening, maddening woman!
BELINDA. Well, I have to keep the conversation going. You do
nothing but say "Belinda."
TREMAYNE (taking her hand). Have you ever loved anybody seriously,
Belinda?
BELINDA. I don't ever do anything very seriously. The late Mr.
Tremayne, my first husband--Jack--Isn't it funny, _his_ name was
Jack--he used to complain about it too sometimes.
TREMAYNE (with conviction). Silly ass!
BELINDA. Ah, I think you are a little hard on the late Mr.
Tremayne.
TREMAYNE. Has he been dead long?
BELINDA. Dead to me.
TREMAYNE. You quarrelled?
BELINDA. Yes. It was his fault entirely.
TREMAYNE. I'm sure it was.
BELINDA. How sweet of you to say that!
TREMAYNE. Belinda, I want you to marry me and forget about him.
BELINDA (happily to herself). This is the proposal that those lamb
cutlets interrupted this morning.
TREMAYNE. Belinda, I love you--do you understand?
BELINDA.
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