A. A. Milne

“ It isn't the sort of thing you shout through the window to a man on his way to America.
TREMAYNE (taking her in his arms) . Oh, Belinda, don't let me ever go away again.
(DEVENISH and DELIA enter from up L. and pass the windows on the way to the swing doors.)
BELINDA. I'm not going to, Jack. I'm going to settle down into a staid old married woman.
TREMAYNE. Oh no, you're not. You're going on just as you did before. And I'm going to propose to you every April, and win you, over all the other men in love with you.
BELINDA. You darling! (They embrace.) ”

“ Robinson's her father, it's about time we were married.
DEVENISH (eagerly) . Mrs. Tremayne, what fools we are! He is your husband all the time!
BELINDA. Yes.
BAXTER (moving up to the R. of BELINDA) . You've had a husband all the time?
BELINDA (apologetically) . I lost him; it wasn't my fault.
BAXTER. Really, this is very confusing. I don't know where I am. I gather—I am to gather, it seems, that you are no longer eligible as a possible wife?
BELINDA. I am afraid not, Mr. Baxter.
BAXTER. But this is very confusing— (moving towards the swing doors) —this is very disturbing to a man of my age. ”

“ TREMAYNE. We seem to be rather a family party.
BELINDA (suddenly) . There! (Moving to the door L.) We've forgotten Mr. Baxter again.
BAXTER (who has come in quietly with a book in his hand) . Oh, don't mind about me, Mrs. Tremayne. I've enjoyed myself immensely. (He crosses to the arm-chair below the fireplace and places it in front of the fire.)
(BELINDA and TREMAYNE move up into the inner room by the refectory table and embrace, their backs to BAXTER. DELIA and DEVENISH are by the swing doors. They also embrace, their backs to BAXTER.)
(Referring to his book.) ”