BELINDA. Yes, that really is all.

[BETTY goes into the house.]

BELINDA (reading to herself). "It is a matter of grave concern to
all serious students of social problems--" (Putting the review down
in hammock and shaking her head gently.) But not in April. (Lazily
opening the book and reading.) "Tell me where is love"--well,
that's the question, isn't it? (She puts the book down, gives a
sigh of happiness, and lazily closes her eyes. DELIA comes into the
garden, from Paris. She is decidedly a modern girl, pretty and
self-possessed. Her hair is half-way up; waiting for her birthday,
perhaps. She sees her mother suddenly, stops, and then goes on
tiptoe to the head of the hammock. She smiles and kisses her mother
on the forehead. BELINDA, looking supremely unconscious, goes on
sleeping. DELIA kisses her lightly again. BELINDA wakes up with
an extraordinarily natural start, and is just about to say, "Oh,
Mr. Devenish--you mustn't!"--when she sees DELIA.) Delia!

DELIA. Well, mummy, aren't you glad to see me?

BELINDA. My darling child! (They kiss each other frantically.)

DELIA. Say you're glad.

BELINDA (sitting up). My darling, I'm absolutely--Hold the hammock
while I get out, dear; we don't want an accident. (Getting out with
DELIA'S help) They're all right when you're there, and they'll bear
two tons, but they're horrid getting in and out of. (Kissing her
again) Darling, it really _is_ you?