GERALD. Still, I expect tea's nearly ready.

PAMELA (going towards door R. at the back). I'll join you; I'm not
going out without a sunshade again. [Exit.]

(There is an awkward silence.)

BOB (to GERALD). I say!

GERALD (turning round). Hullo!

BOB. Just wait a moment.

(GERALD comes back slowly.)

GERALD. I warn you those are rotten cigarettes. (Holds out his own
case)

BOB (taking one). Thanks. (Awkwardly) You're so confoundedly
difficult to get hold of nowadays. Never less than half-a-dozen all
round you.

GERALD (laughing). Good old Bob!

BOB (after lighting a cigarette). I want to talk to you about
something.

GERALD. Well, of course.

BOB (after a pause). You've heard of Marcus, my partner?