GERALD. Oh yes, he's all right.
PAMELA. I take rather a motherly interest in Bob, you know. What was worrying him?
GERALD (smiling). His arithmetic again; compound interest. His masters are very pleased with his progress in English. And he wants more pocket-money. He says that fourpence a week doesn't give him enough scope.
PAMELA (smiling). But he really is all right?
GERALD. Well, I've got to go up on Thursday to see his House Master—I mean I've got to go up to town on Thursday.
PAMELA (drawing back). Thursday? That was our day, Gerald.
GERALD. Yes, I know; it's a confounded nuisance.
PAMELA (slowly). Yes, it is rather a—nuisance.
GERALD. I'm awfully sorry, darling. I hate it just as much as you do.
PAMELA. I wonder if you do.