you're being bad again.

BELINDA. Really, darling, you forget that I'm old enough to be--in
fact, am--your mother.

DELIA (nodding her head). You are being bad.

BELINDA (rising with dignity and drawing herself up to her full
height). My child, that is not the way to--Oh, I say, what a lot
taller I am than you!

DELIA. And prettier.

BELINDA (fluttering her eyelids). Oh, do you think so? (Firmly)
Don't be silly, child.

DELIA (holding up a finger). Now tell me all that's been
happening here at once.

BELINDA (with a sigh). And I was just going to ask you how you
were getting on with your French.

DELIA. Bother French! You've been having a much more interesting
time than I have, so you've got to tell.

BELINDA (with a happy sigh). O-oh! (She sinks back into her
chair.)

DELIA. Is it like the Count at Scarborough?