(PAMELA has come in while he is saying this.)
PAMELA. Here I am, Bob.
BOB (getting up). At last! I began to be afraid you were never coming.
PAMELA. You couldn't think that. I told you I was coming.
GERALD. Look here, Pamela, we've got to cheer old Bob up.
BOB (almost shouting). Good Lord! can't you see that I don't want you? I want Pamela alone.
PAMELA (putting her hand on GERALD'S shoulder). Gerald, dear, you mustn't be angry with Bob now. Let me be alone with him.
GERALD (with a shrug). All right. Poor old Bob! (He goes over to his brother and holds out his hand.) Good-bye, old boy, and—good luck.
BOB (coldly). Good-bye.
GERALD. Shake hands, Bob.