BROXOPP (_on his own hearth—THE GREAT BROXOPP—but speaking quietly_). I was educated at a Board school, Iris—I daresay you’ve noticed it. I used to drop my aitches—I don’t think you’ve noticed that—Nancy got me out of it. I wear funny clothes—partly because it is in keeping with the name I have made for myself; partly, I daresay, because I’ve got no taste. But, you see, at fourteen, the age at which Jack went to Eton, I was earning my own living. I took a resolve then. I told myself that one day I would make my name of Broxopp famous. I made it famous. My name; Broxopp. Well, that’s all. That’s my point of view. But don’t think I don’t see yours. (_IRIS looks at him wonderingly and then goes over and sits by NANCY’S side._) IRIS. You must be very, very proud of him. NANCY. I am, dear; he knows it. JACK (_miserably_). Well, of course, when you talk like that, you only make me feel an utter beast. IRIS (_with a sigh_). The only thing is that the utter beast feeling might pass off. Whereas the feeling about Broxopp’s Beans never will. It’s a rotten thing to say, but I expect it’s true. (_There is a moment’s silence, broken by the arrival of SIR ROGER TENTERDEN. He is a magnificent-looking man, with a military moustache and tight-fitting black tail-coat with a light waistcoat. His manner is superb—the sort of manner that can borrow a thousand pounds from anybody and leave the creditor with the feeling that he has had a favour conferred upon him. He is an intense egotist, although his company does not always realise it._ _The three BROXOPPS are distinctly overawed by him; JACK, of course, less than the other two._) BENHAM (_enjoying it_). Sir Roger Tenterden! [_Exit BENHAM._ TENTERDEN. How do you do, Mrs.—ah—Broxopp? (_Metaphorically they all stand to attention._) NANCY. How do you do, Sir Roger? TENTERDEN. How do, Broxopp? Ah, Jack—Iris. NANCY. Where will you sit, Sir Roger? TENTERDEN. Don’t trouble, I beg you. (_The best chair is ready for him._) I shall be all right here. (_He sits down._) You will forgive me for intruding upon you in the morning, but having just heard the great news—well, we must congratulate each other—eh, Mrs. Broxopp? (_He smiles pleasantly at her._) NANCY (_smiling too_). Indeed, we must. BROXOPP (_flattered_). That’s very good of you, Sir Roger. I need hardly say how delighted I am that Jack and—er—your Iris should have—— TENTERDEN. Quite so, quite so. Well, they’ve fixed it up between themselves without consulting _us_, Mrs. Broxopp—quite right too, eh, Iris?—eh, Jack?—(_he gives them his pleasant smile_)—but we old people must come in at the end and have our say. Eh, Broxopp? BROXOPP. Very glad to talk over anything you like, Sir Roger. Of course, I should give Jack a suitable allowance——