GERALD (to LETTY). You'll have to make him work. (Thoughtfully) He's too old for a caddy.
LETTY. Couldn't you find him something in the Foreign Office? He knows the French for pen and ink.
TOMMY. What's ink?
LETTY. At least, he knows the French for pen.
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!