Gerald. Oh! well! I say.... [inarticulate with embarrassment].
Rosamund [after a pause]. James, we are waiting.
James. What for?
Rosamund. For you to go.
James. Don't mind me. You forget that I am in the War Office, and accustomed to surprising situations.
Gerald. Look here, Rosie. It's awfully good of you, and you're doing me a frightfully kind turn; but I can't accept it, you know. It wouldn't do. Kindness spoils my character.
James. Yes, and think of the shock to the noble youth.
Gerald. I couldn't permit such a sacrifice.
Rosamund. To a good woman life should be one long sacrifice.
Gerald. Yes, that's all very well, and I tell you, Rosie, I'm awfully obliged to you. Of course I'm desperately in love with you. That goes without saying. But I also must sacrifice myself. The fact is ... there's Madge....