PAMELA. We've given up being cowards. Perhaps you'd better try and find him. We'll only tell Gerald. If we see the others, we'll just have to make the best of it.
BOB (moving off towards the door in front of the staircase). All right. If I find him I'll send him in here. [He goes out.]
(PAMELA drops into a chair and remains looking at the fire. GERALD, coming down from the gallery above, suddenly catches sight of her.)
GERALD (rushing down the stairs). Pamela! Why, Pamela! (Excitedly) Why are you—You said tomorrow. Pamela, you said—Never mind, you're here. Oh, bless you! (PAMELA has got up to meet him, and he is now standing holding her hands, and looking at her happily.) Pamela's here; all's right with the world. (He leans forward to kiss her, but she stops him.)
PAMELA (nervously). No, no; I've something to tell you, Gerald.
GERALD. I've got a thousand things to tell you.
PAMELA. Bob's here.
GERALD (excited). Bob? Did you come down with him?
PAMELA. Yes.
GERALD. I had a telegram, but it didn't say—Did you meet him? Why didn't he tell us? Where is he?