BROXOPP. Yes.... Yes.... They come back, the old days, don’t they, Benham? BENHAM. They do, indeed, sir. BROXOPP (_with a sigh_). Yes. Mrs. Chillingham has not arrived yet, I suppose? BENHAM. No, sir. Is she expected back this afternoon? BROXOPP. Of course she is. The 4.10. (_Looking at his watch_) I suppose the train was late. Didn’t Mr. Jack tell you about sending in the car? BENHAM. I have not had any instructions myself, sir, but no doubt he informed Rogers. He was down at the stables after lunch with Mr. Derwent. BROXOPP. Ah, yes.... Well, I’ll go and wash. (_He moves off._) BENHAM. Thank you, sir. [_He goes out._ (_BROXOPP is still in the hall, putting a cushion or two straight, when RONNY comes back, his hair rather rumpled._) RONNY. Hullo! Any luck? BROXOPP (_wishing to be fair to the sport_). Compared with yesterday—yes. RONNY. What happened yesterday? BROXOPP. I fell in. RONNY (_tittering_). Bad luck. I’m not frightfully keen on fishing myself—I prefer golf. We’re having a foursome after tea; I expect you’d rather practise by yourself, wouldn’t you? BROXOPP. Thank you, I shall not be playing golf after tea to-day. RONNY. I thought you were so frightfully keen. Jack said so. BROXOPP. Ah, well, Jack would know. But, you see, Mrs. Chillingham will be here directly—— RONNY (_surprised_). Oh, is she coming back? BROXOPP (_nodding_). Yes. She has been away three weeks now, staying in London with her sister. She’ll be glad to get back. She is very fond of the country, you know. And this house. RONNY (_kindly_). Well, it isn’t half a bad place really. I don’t know what the shooting’s like. BROXOPP. Very good, Jack’s friends tell me.... Well, I must go and wash, if you will excuse me, Mr. Derwent. RONNY (_with a nod_). Righto. [_BROXOPP goes out._ (_RONNY lights a cigarette and goes across to the billiard-room door and opens it._) RONNY. Good Lord, haven’t you finished yet? JACK (_from inside_). This very minute as ever is. (_IRIS and JACK come out together_) RONNY. Who won? IRIS. Jack gave me twenty-five and—— My dear Ronny, what _have_ you been doing to your hair? RONNY (_looking at himself in the glass—horrified_). Good Lord, I oughtn’t to be seen like this. [_He hurries out._ JACK. It’s all right, we won’t tell anybody. I suppose I was as young as Ronny once, but it must have been a long time ago. (_He goes to the bell and rings it_) Shall we have tea in here? IRIS. If you like. JACK. I suppose Dad isn’t back yet.... Oh, Lord! IRIS. What is it, darling? Have you been bad? JACK. I’m a blessed idiot. _Enter BENHAM._ BENHAM. Yes, sir? JACK. Benham, is any one meeting the 4.10? BENHAM. I have given no instructions in the matter myself, sir. IRIS. Jack, do you mean to say that nobody is meeting Nancy?