MISS FARRINGDON. My bankers sent in my pass-book the other day. I
seem to have a deal of money lying idle, as they call it. If
anybody wanted it, I should really be in no hurry to get it back
again.

BOB (awkwardly). Thanks very much. It isn't that. (After a pause)
Not altogether.

MISS FARRINGDON. It was a great pity you ever went into the City,
Bob.

BOB (fiercely). I could have told anybody that.

MISS FARRINGDON (after waiting for him to say something more).
Well, suppose we go into the garden with the others. (She begins to
get up and he goes to help her,) There's nothing you want to tell
me, Bob?

BOB (looking away). What would there be?

MISS FARRINGDON. I'm a wise old woman, they say, and I don't talk.

BOB. I don't think you can help me. Er--thanks very much.

MISS FARRINGDON (quite naturally, as she turns towards the door).
If you don't mind giving me your arm.

(As they get to the door they are met by GERALD and PAMELA coming
in.)