that.

GERALD. He never ought to have gone into business at all. Why couldn't
you have had him taught farming or estate agency or something?

SIR JAMES. We've got to move with the times, my boy. Land is played out
as a living for gentlemen; they go into business nowadays. If he can't
get on there, it's his own fault. He went to Eton and Oxford; what more
does he want?

LADY FARRINGDON (to GERALD). You must remember he isn't clever like you,
Gerald.

GERALD. Oh, well, it's no good talking about it now. Poor old Bob!
Wentworth thinks--

SIR JAMES. Ah, now why couldn't Wentworth have defended him? That other
man--why, to begin with, I don't even call him a gentleman.

GERALD. Wentworth recommended him. But I wish he had gone to Wentworth
before, as soon as he knew what was coming.

SIR JAMES. Why didn't he come to _me_? Why didn't he come to _any_ of
us? Then we might have done something.

LADY FARRINGDON. Didn't he even tell _you_, Gerald?

GERALD (awkwardly). Only just at the last. It was--it was too late to do
anything then. It was the Saturday before he was--arrested. (To himself)
"The Saturday before Bob was arrested"--what a way to remember anything
by!

LADY FARRINGDON (to GERALD). Bob is coming round, dear?

GERALD. Yes. Wentworth's looking after him. Pamela will be here too.

SIR JAMES. We haven't seen much of Pamela lately. What does _she_ think
about it?

GERALD (sharply). What do you mean?

SIR JAMES. The disgrace of it. I hope it's not going to affect your
engagement.

GERALD. Disgrace? what disgrace?

SIR JAMES. Well, of course, he hasn't been found guilty yet.

GERALD. What's that got to do with it? What does it matter what a lot
of rotten jurymen think of him? _We_ know that he has done nothing
disgraceful.

LADY FARRINGDON. I'm sure Pamela wouldn't think anything like that of
your brother, dear.

GERALD. Of course she wouldn't. She's been a perfect angel to Bob these
last few weeks. What does it matter if he does go to prison?

SIR JAMES. I suppose you think I shall enjoy telling my neighbours, when
they ask me what my elder boy is doing, that he's--ah--in prison.

GERALD. Of course you won't enjoy it, and I don't suppose Bob will enjoy
it either, but that's no reason why we should make it worse for him
by pretending that he's a disgrace to the family. (Half to himself) If
anything we've done has helped to send him to prison then it's we who
should be ashamed.

SIR JAMES. I do