TENTERDEN. Exactly. A Broxopp baby. (_To BROXOPP_) Of course I am saying nothing against the food, which is, I am sure, admirably suited for its purpose. I am merely looking at the matter in the interests of—my grandson. BROXOPP. Quite so, Sir Roger, quite so. You see that, Nancy? NANCY. Oh yes, dear. TENTERDEN. Well, my friend Jack has been talking it over with me. I think we agree that for Mr. Broxopp to retire from the business—and I am sure he has well earned his rest after all these years of strenuous work—for him to retire and settle down in the country, would not altogether meet the case. The name of Broxopp would continue with the business—one could not get away from it. (_To BROXOPP_) I think I am right in saying that? BROXOPP. Undoubtedly, Sir Roger. The name _is_ the business. TENTERDEN. That was my view. So our friend Jack and I think that something more must be done. A question merely of another name. He has suggested, my dear Mrs. Broxopp (_with a bow_), your name, Chillingham. BROXOPP. I don’t quite understand. TENTERDEN. Merely that you should start your new life—freed from the cares of business—as—ah—Chillingham. BROXOPP. Oh! IRIS (_to herself_). Roger Chillingham. TENTERDEN (_charmingly to NANCY_). A name I should be proud for my grandson to bear. I seem to remember a Chillingham in the Coldstream with me years ago. Are yours military people? NANCY (_eagerly_). Oh yes! My father was a sergeant-major in the Wiltshires. TENTERDEN (_bearing it gallantly_). Ah! A younger branch, no doubt. But it is a good name, Chillingham. After all, why should the wife always take the husband’s name? Eh, Mrs. Broxopp? Why should not the husband take the wife’s, the son take the mother’s.... Jack Chillingham to Iris Tenterden. And a handsome couple, are they not? I shall be proud of my grandson. IRIS (_amused, as always, by her father_). Say something, Jack. A few words of thanks. TENTERDEN. You agree with me, Jack? JACK (_mumbling_). I’ve been telling Father. BROXOPP. Of course, I quite see your point of view, Sir Roger. Don’t think that I don’t see it perfectly. _You_ see it, don’t you, Nancy? NANCY. Oh yes, dear. I should be very proud for you to take my name. Just as I was very proud to take yours. TENTERDEN. Charmingly put, Mrs. Broxopp. But alas! It is no longer your husband’s name. He has been too generous with it. He has given it to the world. That is what I have to think of—for my grandson. (_He gets up_) Well, Mrs. Broxopp, I have to thank you for listening to me so courteously, and I need not tell you how glad I am that we see eye to eye in this matter. Broxopp, we must have a talk some day in the City. And if I can be of any assistance to you in the matter of your investments, or in any other particular, pray regard me as entirely at your service. BROXOPP. It’s very good of you, Sir Roger.