First Plays

Chapter 25

PAMELA. Oh, Gerald, he wanted it so badly.

GERALD. I"m sorry.

PAMELA. I wrote to him and he wrote to me. I met him when he came out--he told me when to come. I suppose I had decided by then; we came down here to tell you. I had to come at once.

GERALD. You do love him, Pamela? It isn"t just pity?

PAMELA. I do, Gerald; I think I found that out this afternoon. (Timidly) Say you don"t hate me very much.

GERALD. I wish to G.o.d I could.... What are you and Bob going to do?

PAMELA. Canada, as soon as we can. I"ve got friends there. We"ve a little money between us. Bob ought to have done it a long time ago.

(Coming up to him) Just do one more nice thing for me before we go.

GERALD (moving away from her on pretence of getting a cigarette). What is it?

PAMELA. Bob will want to see you before he goes.

GERALD. I don"t want to see him.

PAMELA. Ah, but you must.

GERALD. What have we got to say to each other?

PAMELA. I don"t know, but I feel you must see him. Otherwise he"ll think that he ran away from you.

GERALD (with a shrug). All right. You"ll go back to London at once, I suppose?

PAMELA. Yes. We hired a car. We left it outside at the gates. We didn"t want to see anybody but you, if possible.

GERALD. Father and mother are out. Aunt Harriet knows--oh, and Tommy and Letty--that Bob was coming to-day; n.o.body else. But I can make up something. We"ll keep Tommy and Letty out of it for the moment. Of course, they"ll all have to know in the end.

PAMELA. We"ll write, of course.

GERALD. Yes. Tommy and Letty are engaged, by the way.

PAMELA. Oh! (Understanding how he must feel about it) Oh, Gerald! (She makes a movement towards him, but he takes no notice.) I"ll send Bob to you; he"s waiting outside, I expect. (Timidly) Good-bye, Gerald.

GERALD (still with his back to her). Good-bye, Pamela.

PAMELA. Won"t you--

GERALD (from the bottom of his heart). Go away, go away! I can"t bear the sound of your voice; I can"t bear to look at you. Go away!

PAMELA. Oh, Gerald! [She goes out.]

(GERALD looks up as she goes out, and then looks quickly down again.

When BOB comes in he is still resting with his arm on the mantelpiece looking into the fire.)

GERALD (looking up). Hullo.

BOB. Hullo. (After a pause) Is that all you"ve got to say?

GERALD. I"ve just seen Pamela.

BOB (trying not to show his eagerness). Well?

GERALD. Well--isn"t that enough?

BOB. What do you mean?

GERALD (bitterly). Do you want me to fall on, your neck, and say take her and be happy?

BOB. You never loved her.

GERALD. That"s a lie, and anyhow we won"t discuss it. She"s going to marry you, and that"s an end of it.

BOB (very eagerly). She _is_ going to?

GERALD (sharply). Don"t you know it?

BOB (mumbling). Yes, but she might--Ah, you couldn"t charm her away from me this time.

GERALD (with an effort). I don"t know what you mean by "_this_ time." I think we"d better leave Pamela out of it altogether. She"s waiting for you outside. Last time I offered to shake hands with you, you had some fancied grievance against me, and you wouldn"t; now if there"s any grievance between us, it"s on _my_ side. (Holding out his hand) Good-bye, Bob, and--quite honestly--good luck.

BOB (ignoring the hand). Magnanimous Gerald!

(GERALD looks at him in surprise for a moment. Then he shrugs his shoulders, turns round, and goes back to the mantelpiece, and takes a cigarette from the box there.)

GERALD. I"m tired of you, Bob. If you don"t want me, I don"t want you.

(He sits down in a chair and lights his cigarette.)

BOB. And now I suppose you"re thoroughly pleased with yourself, and quite happy.

GERALD (looking at him in absolute wonder). Happy? You fool! (Something in BOB"S face surprises him, and he gets up and says) Why do you suddenly hate me like this?

BOB (with a bitter laugh). Suddenly!

GERALD (almost frightened). Bob!

BOB (letting the jealousy that has been pent up for years come out at last). You"re surprised! Surprised! You would be. You"ve never stopped to think what other people are thinking; you take it for granted that they all love you, and that"s all you care about. Do you think I liked playing second fiddle to you all my life? Do you think I"ve never had any ambitions of my own? I suppose you thought I was quite happy being one of the crowd of admirers round you, all saying, "Oh, look at Gerald, isn"t he wonderful?"

GERALD (astounded). Bob, I had no idea--I never dreamt--

BOB. They thought something of me when I was young. When I first went to school they thought something of me. I daresay even _you_ thought something of me then; I could come back in the holidays and tell you what school was like, and what a lot they thought of me. They didn"t think much of me when _you_ came; you soon put a stop to that. I was just young Farringdon"s brother then, and when we came home together, all the talk was of the wonderful things _Gerald_ had done. It was like that at Eton; it was like that at Oxford. It"s always been like that. I managed to get away from you a bit after Oxford, but it went on just the same. "How do you do, Mr. Farringdon? Are you any relation to Gerald Farringdon?" (With the utmost contempt) And you actually thought I liked that; you thought I enjoyed it. You thought I smiled modestly and said, "Oh yes, he"s my brother, my young brother; isn"t he wonderful?"

GERALD (hardly able to realise it). And you"ve felt like this for years?

(To himself) For years!

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