Shake hands, Bob.
BOB. No. I've been nothing to you all your life. You could have
saved me from this, and you wouldn't help me.
GERALD (angrily). Don't talk such rot!
PAMELA (coming between them). Gerald, dear, you'd better go. Bob
won't always feel like this towards you, but just now--
GERALD (indignantly). Pamela, you don't believe this about me?
PAMELA. I can't think of you, dear, now; I can only think of
Bob. [GERALD gives a shrug and goes out.]
BOB. Pamela.
PAMELA (coming to him). Yes, dear?
BOB. Come and sit near me. You're the only friend I've got in the
world.
PAMELA. You know that isn't true.
(She sits down in the armchair and he sits on the floor at her
feet.)
BOB. If it hadn't been for you, I should have shot myself long ago.
PAMELA. That would have been rather cowardly, wouldn't it?
BOB. I am a coward. There's something about the Law that makes
people cowards. It's so--what's the word? It goes on. You can't stop
it, you can't explain to it, you can't even speak to it.
PAMELA. But you can stand up to it. You needn't run away from it.
BOB. I think I would have broken my bail and run, if it hadn't been
for you. But you would have thought less of me if I had. Besides, I
shouldn't have seen you again.
PAMELA. Bob, you mustn't just do, or not do, things for _me_; you
must do them because of yourself.
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