I wonder
if you'd act up to them.
GERALD. One never knows, but honestly I think so. (There is silence
for a little.)
BOB. Is that all?
GERALD. Oh, Bob, I know it's easy for me to talk--
BOB. I wonder you didn't say at once: "Try not to think about it."
You're always helpful.
GERALD. You're a little difficult to help, you know Bob.
(Awkwardly) I thought I might just give you an idea. If I only
could help you, you know how--
BOB (doggedly). I asked you to help me once.
GERALD (distressed). Oh, I didn't realize then--besides, Wentworth
says it would have been much too late--didn't you, Wentworth?
WENTWORTH (taking up his hat). I think I must be getting along now.
(Holding out his hand) Good-bye, Bob. I can only say, "The best of
luck," and--er--whatever happens, you know what I feel about it.
BOB (shaking his hand). Good-bye, Wentworth, and thanks very much
for all you've done for me.
WENTWORTH (hurriedly). That's all right. (TO GERALD, quietly, as he
passes him on the way to the door) You must bear with him, Gerald.
Naturally he's--(Nodding) Good-bye. [He goes out.]
GERALD (going back to BOB). Bob--
BOB. Why doesn't Pamela come? I want Pamela.
GERALD (speaking quickly). Look here, think what you like of me for
the moment. But you must listen to what I've got to say.
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