GERALD. Always, Aunt Tabitha. But really, you know, we both ought to be talking to Wentworth and flaking after his mother and his liver--and things like that. MISS FARRINGDON. Yes, I'm afraid we're rather rude, Mr. Wentworth. The Farringdons' great fault. WENTWORTH (protesting). Oh no! MISS FARRINGDON. How _is_ Mrs. Wentworth? WENTWORTH. Wonderfully well, thank you, considering her age. MISS FARRINGDON. Dear me, we met first in 1850. GERALD. All frills and lavender. MISS FARRINGDON. And now here's Gerald engaged. Have you seen Pamela yet? WENTWORTH. Not yet. I have been hearing about her from Tommy. He classes her with the absolute rippers. GERALD. Good old Tommy! MISS FARRINGDON. Yes, she's much too good for Gerald. GERALD. Of course she is, Aunt Tabitha. But if women only married men who were good enough for them, where should we be? As lots of young men said to you, in vain--on those afternoons when they read Tennyson aloud to you. MISS FARRINGDON. She ought to have married Bob. WENTWORTH (surprised and amused). Bob? Is Bob good enough for her? MISS FARRINGDON. She would have made a good wife for Bob. [Enter suddenly LETTY HERBERT and TOMMY from the garden. LETTY is an entirely delightful irresponsible girl of the type which might have shocked Queen Victoria. However, she seems to suit TOMMY. They are not engaged yet, but she has already that air of proprietorship.] LETTY. I say, Tommy did the eighth in one. Why, there's Aunt Harriet. (Going over and kissing her) How are you, darling? Tommy's done the eighth in one. I know it doesn't mean much to you, but do say hooray, because he's so bucked about it. GERALD (to WENTWORTH). Do you know Miss Herbert? Letty, come and be introduced. Mr. Wentworth--Miss Herbert. LETTY (shaking hands eagerly). How do you do? I say, Tommy did the eighth in one. Do you know Tommy--_or_ the eighth? WENTWORTH. Both, Miss Herbert. GERALD. To a man who knows both, the performance seems truly astonishing. MISS FARRINGDON. I don't know anything about golf, Mr. Todd. But doing anything in one sounds rather clever. So I say hooray, too. TOMMY. I wish you'd let me teach you, Miss Farringdon. Lots of people begin when they're frightfully old. LETTY (to WENTWORTH). This is one of Tommy's polite days. GERALD. Mr. Todd's famous old-world courtesy is the talk of many a salon. MISS FARRINGDON (to TOMMY). Don't you mind them. I _am_ frightfully old. I am very proud of it. I hope you'll all live to be as old as I am. GERALD. I only hope we shall be half as nice. MISS FARRINGDON. Gerald being charming as usual. GERALD (firmly). I will also add that I hope we shall be kinder to our great-nephews than some. LETTY (putting her arm in his). Diddums! GERALD. Yes, I did. I am very much hurt. TOMMY. I say, you know, Miss Farringdon, I never meant-- LETTY. I love Tommy when he apologizes.