TOMMY (moving off). I thought I'd just take her on at putting. [He goes out.]
GERALD (sitting down). You'll stay till—well, how long can you? Tuesday, anyhow.
WENTWORTH. I think I can manage till Tuesday. Thanks very much. Miss Carey is here, of course?
GERALD. Yes, she'll be in directly. She's gone to the station to meet Bob.
WENTWORTH (smiling). And Gerald didn't go with her?
GERALD (smiling). At least six people suggested that Gerald should go with her. They suggested it very loudly and archly—
WENTWORTH. So Gerald didn't?
GERALD. So Gerald didn't. (After a pause) I can't stand that sort of thing.
WENTWORTH. What sort of thing?
GERALD (after a pause). Poor old boy! you've never been in love—barring the nine or ten times you're just going to tell me about. I mean never really in love.