GERALD (with an effort). I don't know what you mean by "_this_
time." I think we'd better leave Pamela out of it altogether. She's
waiting for you outside. Last time I offered to shake hands with
you, you had some fancied grievance against me, and you wouldn't;
now if there's any grievance between us, it's on _my_ side. (Holding
out his hand) Good-bye, Bob, and--quite honestly--good luck.

BOB (ignoring the hand). Magnanimous Gerald!

(GERALD looks at him in surprise for a moment. Then he shrugs his
shoulders, turns round, and goes back to the mantelpiece, and takes
a cigarette from the box there.)

GERALD. I'm tired of you, Bob. If you don't want me, I don't want
you. (He sits down in a chair and lights his cigarette.)

BOB. And now I suppose you're thoroughly pleased with yourself,
and quite happy.

GERALD (looking at him in absolute wonder). Happy? You fool!
(Something in BOB'S face surprises him, and he gets up and says)
Why do you suddenly hate me like this?

BOB (with a bitter laugh). Suddenly!

GERALD (almost frightened). Bob!

BOB (letting the jealousy that has been pent up for years come out
at last). You're surprised! Surprised! You would be. You've never
stopped to think what other people are thinking; you take it for