TENTERDEN. Not at all. Jack, you’re dining with us to-night, I understand. If you can spare him, Mrs. Broxopp. Well, I must get along to the City. Busy times just now. Good-bye, and again my apologies for interrupting your morning. NANCY. Good-bye, Sir Roger. (_She rings the bell._) TENTERDEN. Then I shall be seeing you one of these days, Broxopp. Good-bye! (_He goes beautifully out._) (_There is silence after he has gone. The BROXOPPS are a little overwhelmed._ _Then BROXOPP goes over to the fireplace, and stands with his back to it. In this position he feels more like himself._) BROXOPP. Well, Jack? (_JACK says nothing. IRIS goes over to NANCY and sits beside her._) IRIS. He’s a little overwhelming, isn’t he? But you get used to it—and then you aren’t overwhelmed. NANCY. Iris! IRIS. Nancy thinks I’m too modern. She’s afraid that when we go out together, everybody will say, “What a very fast creature Mrs. Broxopp’s elder sister is!” BROXOPP. Mrs. Chillingham’s elder sister, isn’t it? IRIS. So it is, Daddy Chillingham. JACK (_getting firmly to his feet_). Look here, Dad, if you don’t change yours, I don’t change mine. But if you think you have given the Beans a good run for their money, and you like to sell out and settle down in the country as Chillingham, well, I’ll say thank you. Iris and I have got precious little right to ask it, and Sir Roger has got no right at all—— IRIS (_rising and protesting in the TENTERDEN manner_). Surely, my dear Broxopp, I have a right to consider—my grandson! JACK. Shut up, Iris, for a moment—no right at all, but—but I’ll thank you. Only I’m not going to be Chillingham while you and Mother are Broxopp. I’ve made up my mind about that. IRIS. And I’m not going to be Tenterden while all of you are Chillingham. I’ve made up my mind about that. BROXOPP. Is there any reason why I shouldn’t keep on the business as Chillingham? JACK (_doubtfully_). N—no. IRIS. As long as you make Jack a good allowance. JACK. Shut up, Iris. IRIS. Well, that’s what it comes to, darling. We may as well be honest about it. NANCY (_to IRIS_). Don’t make it too hard for him. And, of course, Jim will make him an allowance until his painting brings him in enough for both of you. BROXOPP (_after a pause_). Jack, does Eton and Oxford allow you to kiss Iris sometimes? IRIS. _I_ allow him to. BROXOPP. Well, there’s an empty drawing-room upstairs. You will probably be interrupted by a gentleman called Benham. But if you tell him you aren’t married to each other, he won’t mind. JACK (_awkwardly_). Oh, it’s all right—very decent of you, but—— IRIS (_getting up and taking him firmly by the arm_). Come along. JACK. Yes, but hadn’t we better—— IRIS. Jack, do you really think Daddy Broxopp is being tactful? JACK. Well, of course it’s—— IRIS. Oh, my dear, we aren’t the only pair of lovers in the house. Can’t you see that _they_ want to be alone? JACK (_stuttering_). Oh—oh! (_She leads him away._)