PAMELA (recovering). Sorry, Gerald, I'm being rather a fool.
GERALD (taking her hands). You're being--(There is a knock at the
door, and he turns round impatiently) Oh, what is it?
[Enter MASON.]
MASON (handing note). There's a telephone message been waiting for
you, sir. And her ladyship will be down directly.
GERALD. Thank you, Nanny. [Exit MASON.]
(To PAMELA) May I? (He reads it) Oh, I say, this is rather--this is
from Wentworth. He's taken Bob round to lunch with him.
PAMELA (going towards the door). I must go, Gerald. Mr. Wentworth
won't mind.
GERALD (stopping her). Look here, dear, it's going to be quite all
right. Wentworth rang up from his rooms; they're probably halfway
through lunch by now, and they'll be round in ten minutes.
PAMELA. Supposing he doesn't come? Supposing he didn't get my note?
It may be waiting for him in his rooms now.
GERALD. All right, then, darling, I'll ring him up.
PAMELA (determined). No. I'll do it. Yes, Gerald, I know how to
manage him. It isn't only that I must see him myself, but if--
(bravely) if the case is to be over this evening, and if what we
fear is going to happen, he must--oh, he must say good-bye to his
mother too.
GERALD. Well, if that's all, I'll tell him.
PAMELA. He mightn't come for you. He will for me; No, Gerald; I
mean it.
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