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. How ridiculous!

BELINDA (touching her hair). Of course, I didn't do it like this
then. (With a sigh.) I suppose we never ought to have married,
really.

DELIA. Why did you?

BELINDA. Mother rather wanted it. (Solemnly.) Delia, never get
married because your mother--Oh, I forgot; _I'm_ your mother.

DELIA. And I don't want a better one. ... And so you left each
other?

BELINDA. Yes.

DELIA. But, darling, didn't you tell him there was going to be a Me?

BELINDA. Oh no!