PAMELA. Oh, don't look at me like that—I know it will hurt you, but it won't be more than that. I want you to release me from my promise.
GERALD. What promise?
PAMELA (in a low voice). My promise to marry you.
GERALD. I don't understand. Why?
PAMELA (bravely). I want to marry Bob.
(Keeping his eyes on her all the time, GERALD moves slowly away from her.)
GERALD (to himself). Bob! Bob! But you knew Bob first.
PAMELA. Yes.
GERALD. And then you promised to marry me. You couldn't have been in love with him. I don't understand.
PAMELA (sadly). I don't understand either, but that's how it's happened.