to have driven with one hand down all the hills; we should have had
a smash-up before we got halfway; a well-known society beauty and a
promising young gentleman in the Foreign Office would have been
maimed for life; and Bob would have to have walked here carrying
his portmanteau. Besides, I love you going away from me when you
come back. You've only got to come into the room, and the sun seems
to shine.

PAMELA. The sun always shines on Gerald.

GERALD. Does it? That's a different sort of sunshine. Not the
gentle caressing September afternoon sunshine which you wear all
round you. (She is looking at him lovingly and happily as he says
this, but she withdraws into herself quickly as he pulls himself up
and says with a sudden change of tone) Dear me, I'm getting quite
poetical, and two minutes ago I was talking to Wentworth about
fetlocks.

PAMELA (getting up). Oh, Gerald, Gerald!

GERALD (getting up and smiling at her). Oh, Pamela, Pamela!

PAMELA. I wonder how much you really want me.

GERALD. I'll show you when we're married. I don't think I could
even begin to tell you now.

PAMELA (wistfully). Couldn't you try?

(GERALD catches hold of her suddenly, and holding her tightly to