MISS FARRINGDON. I wonder. GERALD. Oh yes, you will, because it's about your favourite--Bob. MISS FARRINGDON. So Bob's my favourite? I'm learning a good many things to-day. GERALD. He's coming back this afternoon. MISS FARRINGDON. Poor Bob! I'm glad he's finished with that part of it. GERALD. You think he's got the worst part coming? (Smiling at her) Aunt Tabitha, have you got any influence with your nephew? MISS FARRINGDON. You or Bob? (GERALD smiles and shakes his head.) Oh, you mean James? GERALD. It seems hard to realize that one's father is anybody else's nephew, but you _are_ his aunt, and--Oh, don't let him do anything stupid about Bob. MISS FARRINGDON. Bob's his own master; he's old enough to look after himself. GERALD. Yes, but he's got in the way of being looked after by other people. I wish _you_ would look after him and tell him what to do. It's going to be difficult for him. I expect he'll want to get away from all of us for a bit. Where's he going, and what's he going to do? MISS FARRINGDON (after a pause). When did you say Pamela was coming here? GERALD. To-morrow. _She'll_ help, of course. MISS FARRINGDON. Gerald, you've been very nice to me always; I don't know why I've been rather unkind to you sometimes. GERALD. What an idea! You know I've loved our little skirmishes. MISS FARRINGDON. That's because you've been happy, and haven't minded one way or another. But if ever you were in trouble, Gerald, I don't think I should be unsympathetic. GERALD. You dear, of course you wouldn't. But why do you say that now, just when I _am_ so happy? MISS FARRINGDON (getting up slowly). I'm feeling rather an old woman to-day. I think I'll go and lie down. GERALD (jumping up). I'll ring for your maid. MISS FARRINGDON. No, no; I'm not going upstairs, and I don't want a maid when I've got a great big nephew. Come and tuck me up on the sofa in the drawing-room; I shall be quite happy there. (She puts her hand on his arm, and they go together towards the door in front of the staircase.) MISS FARRINGDON. Poor Gerald! GERALD (laughing). Why poor? [They go out together.] [The door on the right at the back opens quietly and BOB comes in. He stands there for a moment looking at the hall, and then speaks over his shoulder to somebody behind him.] BOB. It's all right, there's nobody here. PAMELA. I wonder where Gerald is. BOB. You're sure he's down here? PAMELA. Yes, I had a letter from him; he told me he was going to be. BOB (going up to her). Pamela, you can't see him alone. PAMELA. I must. You can see him afterwards, but I must see him alone first. Poor Gerald! BOB. He never really loved you. PAMELA. I don't think he did really, but it will hurt him. BOB (eagerly). Say you're not sorry for what you're doing. PAMELA. Aren't I doing it? BOB. Say you love _me_ and not Gerald. Say you really love me, and it's not just because you are sorry for me.