MISS FARRINGDON. Poor Bob! I'm glad he's finished with that part of it.
GERALD. You think he's got the worst part coming? (Smiling at her) Aunt Tabitha, have you got any influence with your nephew?
MISS FARRINGDON. You or Bob? (GERALD smiles and shakes his head.) Oh, you mean James?
GERALD. It seems hard to realize that one's father is anybody else's nephew, but you are his aunt, and—Oh, don't let him do anything stupid about Bob.
MISS FARRINGDON. Bob's his own master; he's old enough to look after himself.
GERALD. Yes, but he's got in the way of being looked after by other people. I wish you would look after him and tell him what to do. It's going to be difficult for him. I expect he'll want to get away from all of us for a bit. Where's he going, and what's he going to do?
MISS FARRINGDON (after a pause). When did you say Pamela was coming here?
GERALD. To-morrow. She'll help, of course.
MISS FARRINGDON. Gerald, you've been very nice to me always; I don't know why I've been rather unkind to you sometimes.
GERALD. What an idea! You know I've loved our little skirmishes.