SIR JAMES. How are you, Wentworth? Come to see Gerald play for the county?
GERALD. He"s come to see Pamela. Haven"t you, Wentworth?
WENTWORTH. I rather hope to see both.
SIR JAMES. Ah, Aunt Harriet, I didn"t see you. How are you to-day?
MISS FARRINGDON. Very well, thank you, James. (He goes over to her.)
LADY FARRINGDON. I hope they"ve shown you your room, Mr. Wentworth, and made you comfortable? Gerald, darling, you saw that Mr. Wentworth was all right?
WENTWORTH. Oh yes, that"s quite all right, thank you, Lady Farringdon.
LADY FARRINGDON. Let me see, you"re in the Blue Room, I think.
LETTY. It"s much the nicest room to be in, Mr. Wentworth. There"s a straight way down the water-pipe in case of fire.
GERALD. And a straight way up in case of burglars.
LADY FARRINGDON (fondly). Gerald, dear, don"t be so foolish.
SIR JAMES. Gerald, is it true you went round in seventy-two?
GERALD. Yes. Tommy did the eighth in one.
TOMMY (modestly). Awful fluke.
SIR JAMES (casually). Ah--well done. (To GERALD) Seventy-two--that"s pretty good. That"s five under bogey, Mr. Wentworth.
LADY FARRINGDON (to WENTWORTH). Gerald has always been so good at everything. Even as a baby.
TOMMY. He did the ninth in three, Letty. How"s that for hot?
SIR JAMES (to WENTWORTH). You must stay till Thursday, if you can, and see the whole of the Surrey match. It isn"t often Gerald gets a chance of playing for the county now. It"s difficult for him to get away from the Foreign Office. Lord Edward was telling me at the club the other day--
LETTY (TO LADY FARRINGDON). Gerald dived off the Monk"s Rock this morning. I"m glad I didn"t see him. I should have been horribly frightened.
TOMMY (proudly). I saw him.
LETTY. Tommy, of course, slithered down over the limpets in the ordinary way.
LADY FARRINGDON (fondly). Oh, Gerald, how could you?
SIR JAMES (still talking to WENTWORTH). He tells me that Gerald is a marked man in the Service now.
TOMMY (to LETTY). Do you remember when Gerald--
MISS FARRINGDON (incisively). Let"s _all_ talk about Gerald.
(GERALD, who has been listening to all this with more amus.e.m.e.nt than embarra.s.sment, gives a sudden shout of laughter.)
GERALD. Oh, Aunt Tabitha, you"re too lovely! (He blows her a kiss and she shakes her stick at him.)
[Enter PAMELA from the door In front of the staircase, tall, beautiful and serene, a born mother. GERALD carried her off her feet a month ago, but it is a question if he really touched her heart--a heart moved more readily by pity than by love.]
PAMELA. Gerald, dear, I"d know your laugh anywhere. Am I too late for the joke?
GERALD. Hullo, Pamela. Brought Bob with you?
PAMELA. He"s just washing London off himself.
LADY FARRINGDON. Pamela, dear, do you know Mr. Wentworth?
PAMELA (shaking hands). How do you do?
LADY FARRINGDON (to WENTWORTH). Miss Carey--Gerald"s Pamela.
PAMELA. I"ve heard so much about you, Mr. Wentworth.
WENTWORTH. And I"ve heard so much about you, Miss Carey.
PAMELA. That"s nice. Then we can start straight off as friends.
LETTY. I suppose you know Tommy did the eighth in one?
PAMELA. Rather. It"s splendid!
LETTY. _Do_ say you haven"t told Bob.
GERALD. Why shouldn"t Bob know?
PAMELA. No, I haven"t told him, Letty.
LETTY. Good, then Tommy can tell him.
TOMMY. They do pull my leg, don"t they, Miss Farringdon?
[Enter BOB from the outer hall in a blue flannel suit. He has spoilt any chance he had of being considered handsome by a sullen expression now habitual. Two years older than Gerald, he is not so tall, but bigger, and altogether less graceful. He has got in the way of talking in rather a surly voice, as if he suspected that any interest taken in him was merely a polite one.]
GERALD. Hullo, Bob; good man.
BOB. Hullo. (He goes up to LADY FARRINGDON and kisses her.) How are you, mother?
LADY FARRINGDON. It"s so nice that you could get away, dear.
BOB. How are you, father? All right?
SIR JAMES. Ah, Bob! Come down to see your brother play for the county?