BOB. You won't let him talk you round?

PAMELA (looking up at him in surprise). Oh no; I'm quite safe now.

BOB. I can never thank you for all you've done, for all you've been
to me. When we are out of this cursed country, and I have you to
myself, I will try to show you. (She says nothing, and he walks
restlessly about the room. He picks up a hat and says) Hullo,
Tommy's here.

PAMELA (quickly). I don't want to see him, I don't want to see
anybody. We must just tell Gerald and then go.

BOB. Anybody might come at any moment. You should have let me write
as I wanted to. Or waited till he came back to London.

PAMELA. We've given up being cowards. Perhaps you'd better try and
find him. We'll only tell Gerald. If we see the others, we'll just
have to make the best of it.

BOB (moving off towards the door in front of the staircase). All
right. If I find him I'll send him in here. [He goes out.]

(PAMELA drops into a chair and remains looking at the fire. GERALD,
coming down from the gallery above, suddenly catches sight of her.)

GERALD (rushing down the stairs). Pamela! Why, Pamela! (Excitedly)
Why are you--You said tomorrow. Pamela, you said--Never mind, you're
here. Oh, bless you! (PAMELA has got up to meet him, and he is now
standing holding her hands, and looking at her happily.) Pamela's