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--

BOB (doggedly). I asked you to help me once.

GERALD (distressed). Oh, I didn't realize then--besides, Wentworth says
it would have been much too late--didn't you, Wentworth?

WENTWORTH (taking up his hat). I think I must be getting along now.
(Holding out his hand) Good-bye, Bob. I can only say, "The best of
luck," and--er--whatever happens, you know what I feel about it.

BOB (shaking his hand). Good-bye, Wentworth, and thanks very much for
all you've done for me.

WENTWORTH (hurriedly). That's all right. (TO GERALD, quietly, as he
passes him on the way to the door) You must bear with him, Gerald.
Naturally he's--(Nodding) Good-bye. [He goes out.]

GERALD (going back to BOB). Bob--

BOB. Why doesn't Pamela come? I want Pamela.

GERALD (speaking quickly). Look here, think what you like of me for the
moment. But you must listen to what I've got to say. You can imagine
it's somebody else speaking Pamela, if you like--Pamela would say just
the same. You _must not_ go to prison and spend your time there brooding
over the wrongs people have done to you, and the way the world has
treated you, and all that sort of thing. You simply must make an
effort--and--and--well, come out as good a man as you went in. I know
it's easy for me to talk, but that doesn't make it any the less true.
Oh, Bob, be a--be a Sportsman about it! You can take it out of me
afterwards, if you like, but don't take it out of me now by--by not
bucking up just because I suggest it.

BOB. I want Pamela. Why doesn't she come?

(PAMELA has come in while he is saying this.)

PAMELA. Here I am, Bob.

BOB (getting up). At last! I began to be afraid you were never coming.

PAMELA. You couldn't think that. I told you I was coming.

GERALD. Look here, Pamela, we've got to cheer old Bob up.

BOB (almost shouting). Good Lord! can't you see that I don't want _you_?
I want Pamela alone.

PAMELA (putting her hand on GERALD'S