so I think you ought to tell me.

BELINDA (_thoughtfully_). That was about all, you know ... except
for his beard.

DELIA. Had he a beard? (_Laughing_.) How funny!

BELINDA (_roaring with laughter, in which_ DELIA _joins_).
Yes, dear, it was; but he never would see it. He took it quite
seriously.

DELIA. And did you say dramatically, "If you really loved me, you'd take
it off"?

BELINDA (_apologetically_). I'm afraid I did, darling.

DELIA. And what did he say?

BELINDA. He said--_very_ rudely--that, if I loved _him, _I'd
do my hair in a different way.

DELIA (_sinks down on her haunches, facing the audience_). How
ridiculous!

BELINDA (_touching her hair_). Of course, I didn't do it like this
then. I suppose we never ought to have married, really.

DELIA. Why did you?

BELINDA. Mother rather wanted it. (_Solemnly_.) Delia, never get