GERALD. Who cares for sense?
LETTY (squeezing his arm). Oh, Gerald, I _am_ glad. But I thought he
had another week or so.
GERALD. They always let you out early, you know, if you're good. We
knew he was coming soon, but we didn't quite know when. I've just
had a telegram.
LETTY. Poor Bob! he must have had a time.
GERALD. What does it matter? It's over now.
TOMMY (struck by an idea). I say, this puts a bit of a stopper on
our news.
GERALD (pulled up suddenly by this). Oh!
LETTY (going over and taking TOMMY'S arm). We'll go to a house where
they _do_ make a fuss of us, Tommy. (Very politely) Good-bye, Mr.
Farringdon, and thank you for a very pleasant Friday.
GERALD. Poor darlings! it's rather bad luck for you. Did I announce
my news too soon? I'm awfully sorry.
LETTY. It wasn't your fault; you were a dear.
GERALD. As a matter of fact, it will be rather lucky, you know. It
will give us something to talk about when Bob comes. (Smiling)
Thanks very much for arranging it.
LETTY. Poor old Bob! I wonder what it feels like coming out of
prison.
GERALD. Rotten. Now, for the Lord's sake, Tommy, be tactful.
LETTY (to GERALD). I think he'd be safer if he wasn't. Tommy's
rather dangerous when he's tactful.
GERALD (thoughtfully). Yes, there _is_ that.
TOMMY. It's all the same to me.
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