him, kisses her again and again.)

GERALD. There!

PAMELA (releasing herself). Oh, Gerald, my darling, you frighten me
sometimes.

GERALD. Did I frighten you then?

PAMELA (happily). Oh, no, no, no, no! (Earnestly) Always want me
very much, Gerald. Always be in need of me. Don't be too successful
without me. However much the sun shines on you, let me make it
gentler and more caressing for you.

GERALD. It is so, darling. Didn't I say so?

PAMELA. Ah, but I want such a lot of telling.

GERALD (laughing happily as he goes over to the table by the
fireplace and takes a cigarette). Who was the fellow who threw
something into the sea because he was frightened by his own
luck? What shall I throw? (Looking at a presentation clock on the
mantelpiece) That's rather asking for it. In a way it would be
killing two birds with one stone. Oh, Lord, I am lucky!

PAMELA (coming to him and taking his arm). As long as you don't
throw me.

GERALD. Pamela, you're talking rubbish. I talk a good deal myself,
but I do keep within the bounds. Let's go and chatter to Bob about