GERALD. Oh, we'll find something. Only I warn you, Tommy, if you
dare to get married before Pamela and me, there'll be trouble.
TOMMY. Why don't we ever see Pamela now?
GERALD (gaily). She is coming, my children--_mes enfants_, as Tommy
will say when he gets his job as ribbon starcher to the French
ambassador. To-morrow, no less. I've just had a letter. Lord, I
haven't seen her for months.
LETTY. She's come back?
GERALD. Yes. Egypt knows her no more. The Sphinx is inconsolable.
To-morrow at 3.30 she comes; I shall go and meet her.
TOMMY. I say, won't she be surprised about Letty and me!
GERALD. She'll be as bucked as I am. (Looking from one to the other)
Has anything else frightfully exciting happened to you since lunch?
Because, if not, I've got some more news.
LETTY. What is it? I love news.
GERALD. All ready? Then one, two, three: Bob is coming this
afternoon.
LETTY and TOMMY together. No! Rot!
GERALD (Singing to the tune of "Here we go gathering nuts and may").
Oh, Bob is coming this afternoon, this afternoon, this afternoon!
Oh, Bob is coming this afternoon, all on an autumn morning! Now
then, all together.
(They join hands and march up the hall and back again, singing
together.)
ALL TOGETHER (waving imaginary hats). Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
TOMMY. It doesn't make sense, you know, coming back in the afternoon
on an autumn morning.
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