Suppose my first husband turns up suddenly like--like E. A.?
TREMAYNE. Like who?
BELINDA. Well, like anybody.
TREMAYNE. He won't--I know he won't. Don't you love me enough to
risk it, Belinda?
BELINDA. I haven't really said I love you at all yet.
TREMAYNE. Well, say it now. (BELINDA looks at him, and then down
again.) You do! Well, I'm going to have a kiss, anyway, (He comes
round the sofa and kisses her quickly.) There!
BELINDA (rising). O-oh! The late Mr. Tremayne never did that.
TREMAYNE. I have already told you that he was a silly ass. (Sitting
down on the sofa) Belinda--
BELINDA. Yes, Henry--I mean, Jack?
TREMAYNE. Do you know who I am! (He is thoroughly enjoying the
surprise he is about to give her.)
BELINDA (nodding). Yes, Jack.
TREMAYNE. Who?
BELINDA. Jack Tremayne.
TREMAYNE (jumping up). Good heavens, you _know_!
BELINDA (gently). Yes, Jack.
TREMAYNE (angrily). You've known all the time that I was your
husband, and you've been playing with me and leading me on?
BELINDA (mildly). Well, darling, you knew all the time that I was
your wife, and you've been making love to me and leading me on.
TREMAYNE. That's different.
BELINDA. That's _just_ what the late Mr. Tremayne said, and then he
slammed the door and went straight off to the Rocky Mountains and
shot bears; and I didn't see him again for eighteen years.
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