TREMAYNE (remorsefully). Darling, I was a fool then, and I'm a
fool now.
BELINDA. I was a fool then, but I'm not such a fool now--I'm not
going to let you go. It's quite time I married and settled down.
TREMAYNE. You darling! How did you find out who I was?
BELINDA (awkwardly). Well, it was rather curious, darling.
(After a pause.) It was April, and I felt all sort of Aprily,
and--and--there was the garden all full of daffodils--and--and
there was Mr. Baxter--the one we left in the library--knowing all
about moles. He's probably got the M volume down now. Well, we
were talking about them one day, and I happened to say that the
late Mr. Tremayne--that was you, darling--had rather a peculiar one
on his arm. And then he happened to see it this morning and told me
about it.
TREMAYNE. What an extraordinary story!
BELINDA. Yes, darling; it's really much more extraordinary than
that. I think perhaps I'd better tell you the rest of it another
time. (Coaxingly.) Now show me where the nasty lion scratched you.
(TREMAYNE pulls up his sleeve.) Oh! (She kisses his arm.) You
shouldn't have left Chelsea, darling.
TREMAYNE. I should never have found you if I hadn't.
BELINDA (squeezing his arm). No, Jack, you wouldn't. (After a
pause.) I--I've got another little surprise for you if--if you're
ready for it.
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