GERALD. Yes, I did. I am very much hurt.

TOMMY. I say, you know, Miss Farringdon, I never meant--

LETTY. I love Tommy when he apologizes.

[Enter SIR JAMES and LADY FARRINGDON from the door to front of the
staircase. SIR JAMES, in a country check-suit, is a man of no
particular brain and no ideas, but he has an unconquerable belief
in himself, and a very genuine pride in, and admiration of, GERALD.
His grey hair is bald on the top, and he is clean-shaven except for
a hint of whisker. He might pass for a retired Captain R. N., and
he has something of the quarter-deck manner, so that even a remark
on the weather is listened to with attention. Neither of his sons
loves him, but GERALD is no longer afraid of him. LADY FARRINGDON
is outwardly rather intimidating, but she never feels so. She
worships GERALD; and would love a good many other people if they
were not a little overawed by her.]

LADY FARRINGDON. Ah, you're here, Mr. Wentworth. How do you do?

WENTWORTH (coming forward). How do you do, Lady Farringdon? How do
you do, Sir James?

SIR JAMES. How are you, Wentworth? Come to see Gerald play for the
county?

GERALD. He's come to see Pamela. Haven't you, Wentworth?

WENTWORTH. I rather hope to see both.