GERALD. It seems hard to realize that one's father is anybody else's
nephew, but you _are_ his aunt, and--Oh, don't let him do anything
stupid about Bob.

MISS FARRINGDON. Bob's his own master; he's old enough to look after
himself.

GERALD. Yes, but he's got in the way of being looked after by other
people. I wish _you_ would look after him and tell him what to do.
It's going to be difficult for him. I expect he'll want to get away
from all of us for a bit. Where's he going, and what's he going to
do?

MISS FARRINGDON (after a pause). When did you say Pamela was coming
here?

GERALD. To-morrow. _She'll_ help, of course.

MISS FARRINGDON. Gerald, you've been very nice to me always; I don't
know why I've been rather unkind to you sometimes.

GERALD. What an idea! You know I've loved our little skirmishes.

MISS FARRINGDON. That's because you've been happy, and haven't
minded one way or another. But if ever you were in trouble, Gerald,
I don't think I should be unsympathetic.

GERALD. You dear, of course you wouldn't. But why do you say that
now, just when I _am_ so happy?