GERALD. Golf, of course; I'm doubtful about cricket. You must have
another one for cricket, and I'm afraid the warder wouldn't play.
But golf, and squash rackets, and bowls, and billiards--and croquet--

WENTWORTH (in despair). Oh, _go_ on!

GERALD. Really, you're hopeless. What the Swiss Family Wentworth
would have done if they'd ever been shipwrecked, I can't think.
Don't you _ever_ invent _any_thing for yourself? (Excitedly) Man
alive! you've got a hymn-book and a piece of soap, what more do you
want? You can play anything with that. (Thoughtfully) Oh, I forgot
the Olympic games. Standing long jump. And they talk about the
boredom of it!

WENTWORTH (thoughtfully). You've got your ideas, Gerald. I wonder
if you'd act up to them.

GERALD. One never knows, but honestly I think so. (There is silence
for a little.)

BOB. Is that all?

GERALD. Oh, Bob, I know it's easy for me to talk--

BOB. I wonder you didn't say at once: "Try not to think about it."
You're always helpful.

GERALD. You're a little difficult to help, you know Bob.
(Awkwardly) I thought I might just give you an idea. If I only
could help you, you know how--