BOB (grumbling). If the weather's like this, it's bound to last three days.
GERALD. Then at the worst, I'll come first train Thursday morning. That I promise. Anyway, why don't you consult Wentworth? He's a good chap and he knows all about the law. He could probably help you much more than I could.
BOB. I suppose you think I like talking about it to everybody.
GERALD (getting up and touching BOB gently on the shoulder as he goes past him). Poor old Bob! But you're as right as anything. I'll come up by the first train on Thursday and we'll—good Lord!
BOB. What's the matter now?
GERALD. I am a damned fool! Why, of course, we arranged—
BOB (sneeringly). And now you can't come on Thursday, I suppose.
GERALD. Why, you see, I arranged—
BOB. You must keep your promise to the county, but you needn't keep your promise to me.
GERALD. Yes, but the trouble is I promised Pamela—oh, well, that will have to go; she'll understand. All right, Bob, that holds. Directly the match is over I come. And for the Lord's sake, keep smiling till then.