love with him. I don't understand.

PAMELA (sadly). I don't understand either, but that's how it's
happened.

GERALD. And to think how I've been throwing you in Bob's way, and
wanting you and him to be fond of each other. (Fiercely) _That_
didn't make you think that I didn't love you?

PAMELA (faltering). I--I don't--you didn't--

GERALD. I was so confident of you. That was your fault. You made me.

PAMELA. I think you could have made me love you if you hadn't been
so confident.

GERALD. I trusted you. You had told me. _I_ knew I should never
change, and I thought I knew _you_ wouldn't.

PAMELA. I was wrong. I never did love you.

GERALD. Then why did you say--

PAMELA (looking at him rather wistfully). You're rather charming,
Gerald, you know, and you--

GERALD (turning away from her furiously). _Damn_ charming! That's
what you all say. I'm sick of it! You think that if a man's
charming, that's the end of him, and that all he's good for is to
amuse a few old ladies at a tea party. I'm sick of it! The rude