GERALD. Pamela, Pamela, don't be so silly. It's all right, dear; of
course I'm not angry with you. And of course Bob will be here. I
rang up Wentworth an hour ago, and he said the case can't end till
this evening.

PAMELA (recovering). Sorry, Gerald, I'm being rather a fool.

GERALD (taking her hands). You're being--(There is a knock at the
door, and he turns round impatiently) Oh, what is it?

[Enter MASON.]

MASON (handing note). There's a telephone message been waiting for
you, sir. And her ladyship will be down directly.

GERALD. Thank you, Nanny. [Exit MASON.]
(To PAMELA) May I? (He reads it) Oh, I say, this is rather--this is
from Wentworth. He's taken Bob round to lunch with him.

PAMELA (going towards the door). I must go, Gerald. Mr. Wentworth
won't mind.

GERALD (stopping her). Look here, dear, it's going to be quite all
right. Wentworth rang up from his rooms; they're probably halfway
through lunch by now, and they'll be round in ten minutes.

PAMELA. Supposing he doesn't come? Supposing he didn't get my note?
It may be waiting for him in his rooms now.

GERALD. All right, then, darling, I'll ring him up.