GERALD (to LETTY). You'll have to make him work. (Thoughtfully) He's
too old for a caddy.

LETTY. Couldn't you find him something in the Foreign Office? He
knows the French for pen and ink.

TOMMY. What's ink?

LETTY. At least, he knows the French for pen.

GERALD. Oh, we'll find something. Only I warn you, Tommy, if you
dare to get married before Pamela and me, there'll be trouble.

TOMMY. Why don't we ever see Pamela now?

GERALD (gaily). She is coming, my children--_mes enfants_, as Tommy
will say when he gets his job as ribbon starcher to the French
ambassador. To-morrow, no less. I've just had a letter. Lord, I
haven't seen her for months.

LETTY. She's come back?

GERALD. Yes. Egypt knows her no more. The Sphinx is inconsolable.
To-morrow at 3.30 she comes; I shall go and meet her.

TOMMY. I say, won't she be surprised about Letty and me!

GERALD. She'll be as bucked as I am. (Looking from one to the other)
Has anything else frightfully exciting happened to you since lunch?
Because, if not, I've got some more news.