BOB. No. I've been nothing to you all your life. You could have saved me from this, and you wouldn't help me.
GERALD (angrily). Don't talk such rot!
PAMELA (coming between them). Gerald, dear, you'd better go. Bob won't always feel like this towards you, but just now—
GERALD (indignantly). Pamela, you don't believe this about me?
PAMELA. I can't think of you, dear, now; I can only think of Bob. [GERALD gives a shrug and goes out.]
BOB. Pamela.
PAMELA (coming to him). Yes, dear?
BOB. Come and sit near me. You're the only friend I've got in the world.
PAMELA. You know that isn't true.
(She sits down in the armchair and he sits on the floor at her feet.)