GERALD. I wish to God I could.... What are you and Bob going to do?
PAMELA. Canada, as soon as we can. I've got friends there. We've a little money between us. Bob ought to have done it a long time ago. (Coming up to him) Just do one more nice thing for me before we go.
GERALD (moving away from her on pretence of getting a cigarette). What is it?
PAMELA. Bob will want to see you before he goes.
GERALD. I don't want to see him.
PAMELA. Ah, but you must.
GERALD. What have we got to say to each other?
PAMELA. I don't know, but I feel you must see him. Otherwise he'll think that he ran away from you.
GERALD (with a shrug). All right. You'll go back to London at once, I suppose?
PAMELA. Yes. We hired a car. We left it outside at the gates. We didn't want to see anybody but you, if possible.