quite a young man then.

DELIA. Yes, but surely, surely you'd have heard from him in all those
years, if he'd been alive?

BELINDA. Well, he hasn't heard from _me, _and I'm still alive.

DELIA (_looking earnestly at her mother, rises and moves_ L.C.). I
shall never understand it.

BELINDA. Understand what?

DELIA. Were you as heavenly when you were young as you are now?

BELINDA (_rapturously_). Oh, I was sweet!

DELIA. And yet he left you after only six months.

BELINDA (_rather crossly, sitting up_). I wish you wouldn't keep on
saying he left me. I left him too.

DELIA (_running to and kneeling in front of_ BELINDA _and looking
anxiously into her face_). Why?

BELINDA (_smiling to herself_). Well, you see, he was quite certain
he knew how to manage women, and I was quite certain I knew how to
manage men. (_Thoughtfully_.) If only one of us had been certain,
it would have been all right.

DELIA (_seriously_). What really happened, mummy? I'm grown up now,