(_IRIS comes in with NANCY—tall, cool, confident, with something
of the boy in her; utterly honest and unafraid. But even if you
don’t like these qualities, you forgive her because she is
lovely._)
NANCY. Jack’s told you, Jim?
BROXOPP. Yes, the rascal. Iris! (_He holds out his hands to her._)
IRIS (_taking them_). Daddy Broxopp! Bend down. (_He bends towards her
and she kisses him gently on the forehead._) There! You don’t mind
being called Daddy Broxopp? Nancy doesn’t mind; I mean being called
Nancy. I’ve been talking it over with her, and she’s going to let me
call her Nancy because she’s so young and pretty.
BROXOPP (_enjoying it_). And I’m not young and pretty?
IRIS. No, you’re middle-aged and Broxoppy. It’s a nice thing to be.
BROXOPP (_taking her hands again_). Thank you for thinking her young
and pretty.
NANCY. I don’t feel very young, with a big son wanting to get married.
IRIS. He? He’s only a baby. (_She blows a kiss to the picture._)
JACK (_resigned_). Oh, Lord!
BROXOPP. Well, Iris, if you’re as happy together as Nancy and I have
been, you’ll do. Twenty-five years we have been married, and I always
say that if it hadn’t been for Nancy——
NANCY (_stopping him_). Yes, dear.
IRIS. If it hadn’t been for Nancy, there wouldn’t have been a Jack for
me to marry.
BROXOPP (_joining in the general laughter_). Well, that’s true. And
what does Sir Roger say about it? (_The laughter stops suddenly. JACK
and IRIS look at each other._) Hullo, he does say something about it?
NANCY. I think we’d better sit down, darling, and——
(_She leads the way to the sofa. They sit down._)
BROXOPP. Well, what is it? Jack’s been trying to get something out for
the last five minutes.
IRIS. Jack, you’re a coward. I wasn’t. I told Nancy.
JACK. Oh, all right then.... Look here, Dad, you’ll think me a beast
for what I’m going to say, but I want you and Mother to understand
that it’s not just a sudden idea put into my head by—(_he looks at
IRIS and goes on_) by Sir Roger, but it’s what I’ve felt for years.
BROXOPP. Well?
(_NANCY takes his hand and presses it._)
JACK. Well, then—I’m—I’m—— (_From the heart_) Well, I’m simply
_fed up_ with Broxopp’s Beans.
BROXOPP (_surprised_). But you haven’t had them since you were a baby.
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