PAMELA. The sun always shines on Gerald.
GERALD. Does it? That's a different sort of sunshine. Not the
gentle caressing September afternoon sunshine which you wear all
round you. (She is looking at him lovingly and happily as he says
this, but she withdraws into herself quickly as he pulls himself up
and says with a sudden change of tone) Dear me, I'm getting quite
poetical, and two minutes ago I was talking to Wentworth about
fetlocks.
PAMELA (getting up). Oh, Gerald, Gerald!
GERALD (getting up and smiling at her). Oh, Pamela, Pamela!
PAMELA. I wonder how much you really want me.
GERALD. I'll show you when we're married. I don't think I could
even begin to tell you now.
PAMELA (wistfully). Couldn't you try?
(GERALD catches hold of her suddenly, and holding her tightly to
him, kisses her again and again.)
GERALD. There!
PAMELA (releasing herself). Oh, Gerald, my darling, you frighten me
sometimes.
GERALD. Did I frighten you then?
PAMELA (happily). Oh, no, no, no, no! (Earnestly) Always want me
very much, Gerald. Always be in need of me. Don't be too successful
without me. However much the sun shines on you, let me make it
gentler and more caressing for you.
GERALD. It is so, darling. Didn't I say so?
PAMELA. Ah, but I want such a lot of telling.
GERALD (laughing happily as he goes over to the table by the
fireplace and takes a cigarette).
Pages:
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67