BOB (doggedly). I asked you to help me once.

GERALD (distressed). Oh, I didn't realize then--besides, Wentworth
says it would have been much too late--didn't you, Wentworth?

WENTWORTH (taking up his hat). I think I must be getting along now.
(Holding out his hand) Good-bye, Bob. I can only say, "The best of
luck," and--er--whatever happens, you know what I feel about it.

BOB (shaking his hand). Good-bye, Wentworth, and thanks very much
for all you've done for me.

WENTWORTH (hurriedly). That's all right. (TO GERALD, quietly, as he
passes him on the way to the door) You must bear with him, Gerald.
Naturally he's--(Nodding) Good-bye. [He goes out.]

GERALD (going back to BOB). Bob--

BOB. Why doesn't Pamela come? I want Pamela.

GERALD (speaking quickly). Look here, think what you like of me for
the moment. But you must listen to what I've got to say. You can
imagine it's somebody else speaking Pamela, if you like--Pamela
would say just the same. You _must not_ go to prison and spend your
time there brooding over the wrongs people have done to you, and the
way the world has treated you, and all that sort of thing. You
simply must make an effort--and--and--well, come out as good a man
as you went in. I know it's easy for me to talk, but that doesn't
make it any the less true. Oh, Bob, be a--be a Sportsman about it!