None of you understand him. I do.
GERALD. But supposing he's already started and you miss him?
PAMELA. I'll telephone to him at his rooms. Oh, _don't_ stand there
talking--
GERALD (opening the door for her). Oh, well! But I think you're--
[She has gone.]
(He walks up and down the room absently, picking up papers and
putting them down. MASON comes in and arranges the sofa R.)
MASON. Miss Pamela gone, Master Gerald?
GERALD. She's coming back.
[Enter LADY FARRINGDON.]
LADY FARRINGDON. Oh, Gerald, I hoped you'd be here.
GERALD (kissing her). I've only just got away. I couldn't get round
to the court. (Seeing her to the sofa) You're all right, dear?
[Exit MASON.]
LADY FARRINGDON. Now you're here, Gerald. I telegraphed for Mason.
She's such a comfort. How nicely she's done the flowers! (She sits
down on the sofa.)
GERALD. I'm so glad you sent for her.
LADY FARRINGDON. I don't think your father--
[Enter SIR JAMES.]
SIR JAMES. Ah, Gerald, I had to take your mother out. She was--ah--
overcome. They have adjourned, I suppose?
GERALD. Yes. The judge is summing up directly after lunch. Bob will
be round here when he's had something to eat.
SIR JAMES (looking at his watch). Well, I suppose we ought to try
and eat something.
LADY FARRINGDON. I couldn't touch anything.
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