LETTY (squeezing his arm). Oh, Gerald, I _am_ glad. But I thought he had another week or so. GERALD. They always let you out early, you know, if you're good. We knew he was coming soon, but we didn't quite know when. I've just had a telegram. LETTY. Poor Bob! he must have had a time. GERALD. What does it matter? It's over now. TOMMY (struck by an idea). I say, this puts a bit of a stopper on our news. GERALD (pulled up suddenly by this). Oh! LETTY (going over and taking TOMMY'S arm). We'll go to a house where they _do_ make a fuss of us, Tommy. (Very politely) Good-bye, Mr. Farringdon, and thank you for a very pleasant Friday. GERALD. Poor darlings! it's rather bad luck for you. Did I announce my news too soon? I'm awfully sorry. LETTY. It wasn't your fault; you were a dear. GERALD. As a matter of fact, it will be rather lucky, you know. It will give us something to talk about when Bob comes. (Smiling) Thanks very much for arranging it. LETTY. Poor old Bob! I wonder what it feels like coming out of prison. GERALD. Rotten. Now, for the Lord's sake, Tommy, be tactful. LETTY (to GERALD). I think he'd be safer if he wasn't. Tommy's rather dangerous when he's tactful. GERALD (thoughtfully). Yes, there _is_ that. TOMMY. It's all the same to me. Only just let me know which you want. GERALD. Well, as long as you don't overdo it. Don't rub it in that he's just left prison, and--don't rub it out. TOMMY. I suppose it would be quite safe to ask him to pass the mustard? GERALD (laughing). Good old Tommy! LETTY. You'd better talk to me all the time, and then you'll be all right. GERALD. We'll make it go between us. And, of course, Pamela will help to-morrow. Hooray for Pamela! It makes me quite envious seeing you young people together. By the way, I interrupted you just now. LETTY. You did rather. GERALD. Well, I absolutely refuse to go away now. But, of course, if you're longing to show each other the stables or anything--(with a wave of the hand) pray show. Or try anywhere else. Save for Aunt Tabitha's room upstairs and the hall down here, the whole house is at your disposal. LETTY (sitting down firmly). Then I shall stay here. Isn't Aunt Mary back yet? GERALD. They are probably still eating. It's the very latest millionaire from London, so they're having the lunch of their lives, I expect. Afterwards father will put him at his ease by talking about crops. (Picking up a book and settling himself comfortably in front of the fire) Tommy, if you can't find a book, sing or something. LETTY. Oh, come on, Tommy. [She jumps up and goes out of the door in front of the staircase. TOMMY following her.] (Left alone, GERALD closes his book with a slam. He stands up and takes the telegram out of his pocket and reads it again. He suddenly catches sight of MISS FARRINGDON in the gallery shove, calls out "Hullo!" and goes up the stairs to meet her.)