You can
imagine it's somebody else speaking Pamela, if you like--Pamela
would say just the same. You _must not_ go to prison and spend your
time there brooding over the wrongs people have done to you, and the
way the world has treated you, and all that sort of thing. You
simply must make an effort--and--and--well, come out as good a man
as you went in. I know it's easy for me to talk, but that doesn't
make it any the less true. Oh, Bob, be a--be a Sportsman about it!
You can take it out of me afterwards, if you like, but don't take it
out of me now by--by not bucking up just because I suggest it.
BOB. I want Pamela. Why doesn't she come?
(PAMELA has come in while he is saying this.)
PAMELA. Here I am, Bob.
BOB (getting up). At last! I began to be afraid you were never
coming.
PAMELA. You couldn't think that. I told you I was coming.
GERALD. Look here, Pamela, we've got to cheer old Bob up.
BOB (almost shouting). Good Lord! can't you see that I don't want
_you_? I want Pamela alone.
PAMELA (putting her hand on GERALD'S shoulder). Gerald, dear, you
mustn't be angry with Bob now. Let me be alone with him.
GERALD (with a shrug). All right. Poor old Bob! (He goes over to his
brother and holds out his hand.) Good-bye, old boy, and--good luck.
BOB (coldly). Good-bye.
GERALD.
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