granted that they all love you, and that's all you care about. Do
you think I liked playing second fiddle to you all my life? Do you
think I've never had any ambitions of my own? I suppose you thought
I was quite happy being one of the crowd of admirers round you, all
saying, "Oh, look at Gerald, isn't he wonderful?"

GERALD (astounded). Bob, I had no idea--I never dreamt--

BOB. They thought something of me when I was young. When I first
went to school they thought something of me. I daresay even _you_
thought something of me then; I could come back in the holidays and
tell you what school was like, and what a lot they thought of me.
They didn't think much of me when _you_ came; you soon put a stop to
that. I was just young Farringdon's brother then, and when we came
home together, all the talk was of the wonderful things _Gerald_
had done. It was like that at Eton; it was like that at Oxford. It's
always been like that. I managed to get away from you a bit after
Oxford, but it went on just the same. "How do you do, Mr.
Farringdon? Are you any relation to Gerald Farringdon?" (With the
utmost contempt) And you actually thought I liked that; you thought
I enjoyed it. You thought I smiled modestly and said, "Oh yes, he's
my brother, my young brother; isn't he wonderful?"

GERALD (hardly able to realise it). And you've felt like this for
years? (To himself) For years!

BOB (not noticing him). And that wasn't enough for you. They got
you into the Foreign Office--they could have got me there. They
could have put me into the Army (Almost shouting) Aren't I the
eldest son? But no, it didn't matter about the eldest son--never