TOMMY (following her). I say, what's the matter? LETTY (waving him back). Go away. Unhand me villain. TOMMY. I say, what's up? LETTY. I want a wedding of my own. I've never been married before, and perhaps I shall never be married again, and I'm going to have a wedding all to myself. I don't mind your being there, but I'm not going to have crowds of other brides and bridegrooms taking up the whole aisle--said she, seizing her engagement-ring and--Oh, bother! I haven't got one yet. (TOMMY rushes up and takes her in his arms. At this moment GERALD comes in by the garden door. He stops on seeing them, and then goes quickly on to the door in front of the staircase.) GERALD (as he passes them). Came in and went tactfully out again. TOMMY (as LETTY frees herself). I say, Gerald, old man. GERALD (stopping at the door, turning round and coming back in the same business-like way). Returned hopefully. TOMMY (in confusion). I say, we're engaged. GERALD (looking at them happily). Oh, hoo-ray! LETTY. Do say you're surprised. GERALD. Awfully, awfully pleased, Letty. Of course, when I saw you--er--thinking together in a corner--By Jove, I _am_ bucked. I did hope so much. LETTY. You dear! GERALD. I feel very fatherly. Bless you, my children. TOMMY. We shall have about tuppence a year, but Letty doesn't mind that. GERALD (to LETTY). You'll have to make him work. (Thoughtfully) He's too old for a caddy. LETTY. Couldn't you find him something in the Foreign Office? He knows the French for pen and ink. TOMMY. What's ink? LETTY. At least, he knows the French for pen. GERALD. Oh, we'll find something. Only I warn you, Tommy, if you dare to get married before Pamela and me, there'll be trouble. TOMMY. Why don't we ever see Pamela now? GERALD (gaily). She is coming, my children--_mes enfants_, as Tommy will say when he gets his job as ribbon starcher to the French ambassador. To-morrow, no less. I've just had a letter. Lord, I haven't seen her for months. LETTY. She's come back? GERALD. Yes. Egypt knows her no more. The Sphinx is inconsolable. To-morrow at 3.30 she comes; I shall go and meet her. TOMMY. I say, won't she be surprised about Letty and me! GERALD. She'll be as bucked as I am. (Looking from one to the other) Has anything else frightfully exciting happened to you since lunch? Because, if not, I've got some more news. LETTY. What is it? I love news. GERALD. All ready? Then one, two, three: Bob is coming this afternoon. LETTY and TOMMY together. No! Rot! GERALD (Singing to the tune of "Here we go gathering nuts and may"). Oh, Bob is coming this afternoon, this afternoon, this afternoon! Oh, Bob is coming this afternoon, all on an autumn morning! Now then, all together. (They join hands and march up the hall and back again, singing together.) ALL TOGETHER (waving imaginary hats). Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! TOMMY. It doesn't make sense, you know, coming back in the afternoon on an autumn morning. GERALD. Who cares for sense?