Neither of his sons
loves him, but GERALD is no longer afraid of him. LADY FARRINGDON
is outwardly rather intimidating, but she never feels so. She
worships GERALD; and would love a good many other people if they
were not a little overawed by her.]
LADY FARRINGDON. Ah, you're here, Mr. Wentworth. How do you do?
WENTWORTH (coming forward). How do you do, Lady Farringdon? How do
you do, Sir James?
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.
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