DELIA. I wonder why not?

BELINDA. Well, you see, if I had, he might have wanted to stay.

DELIA. But--

BELINDA (hurt). If he didn't want to stay for _me_, I didn't
want him to stay for _you_. (Penitently.) Forgive me, darling,
but I didn't know you very well then. (DELIA jumps off the table
and hugs her mother impetuously.) We've been very happy together,
haven't we?

DELIA (going back to her seat). I should think we have.

BELINDA. I don't want to deny you anything, and, of course, if
you'd like a stepfather (looking down modestly) or two--

DELIA. Oh, you _have_ been enjoying yourself.

BELINDA. Only you see how awkward it would be if Jack turned up in
the middle of the wedding, like--like Eugene Aram.

DELIA. Enoch Arden, darling.

BELINDA. It's very confusing their having the same initials.
Perhaps I'd better call them both E. A. in future and then I shall
be safe. Well, anyhow it would be awkward, darling, wouldn't it?
Not that I should know him from Adam after all these years--except
for a mole on his left arm.