PAMELA. Oh, I have so much in my heart for you, Bob. I'm glad I'm marrying you. But you must always love me, and want me as you want me now.
BOB (seizing her is his arms). By God! you'll get that. (He kisses her fiercely.)
PAMELA (satisfied). Oh, Bob! Oh, Bob! I'm glad I found you at last. (She goes away from him and stands looking into the fire, one hand on the mantelpiece.)
BOB. Shall I go and look for Gerald?
PAMELA (looking into the fire). Yes. No. He'll come.
BOB. You won't let him talk you round?
PAMELA (looking up at him in surprise). Oh no; I'm quite safe now.
BOB. I can never thank you for all you've done, for all you've been to me. When we are out of this cursèd country, and I have you to myself, I will try to show you. (She says nothing, and he walks restlessly about the room. He picks up a hat and says) Hullo, Tommy's here.
PAMELA (quickly). I don't want to see him, I don't want to see anybody. We must just tell Gerald and then go.
BOB. Anybody might come at any moment. You should have let me write as I wanted to. Or waited till he came back to London.