I'll
come up by the first train on Thursday and we'll--good Lord!
BOB. What's the matter now?
GERALD. I am a damned fool! Why, of course, we arranged--
BOB (sneeringly). And now you can't come on Thursday, I suppose.
GERALD. Why, you see, I arranged--
BOB. You _must_ keep your promise to the county, but you needn't
keep your promise to me.
GERALD. Yes, but the trouble is I promised Pamela--oh, well, that
will have to go; she'll understand. All right, Bob, that holds.
Directly the match is over I come. And for the Lord's sake, keep
smiling till then.
BOB. It's all very well for _you_. ... I wish you could have--well,
anyhow, I suppose Thursday's better than nothing. You'll see just
how it is then. (Getting up) You won't say anything about it to the
others?
GERALD. Of course not. What about Pamela? Does she know anything?
BOB. She knows that I'm worried about something, but of course she
doesn't know what I've told you.
GERALD. All right, then I won't tell her anything. At least, I'll
just say that bananas remain firm at 127, and that I've got to go
and see my broker about it. (Smiling) Something like that.
(BOB goes towards the garden, while GERALD stops to wait for
PAMELA. At the door he turns round.)
BOB (awkwardly). Er--thanks. [Exit.]
(GERALD throws him a nod, as much as to say, "That's all right.
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