(_NANCY returns to Ajax, but she has hardly begun to do anything to it when there is a gentle tap at the door._) NANCY. Come in! IRIS (_her head round the door_). May I come in? NANCY. Oh, Iris! And I’m not dressed or anything. (_She gets up._) IRIS. Well, I’m not very grand myself. (_Kissing her_) You look as young as ever, Nancy. Is Jack here? NANCY. No. He’s coming, isn’t he? IRIS. He was going to meet me here. (_Looking round the room she says sadly_) Oh, Nancy! NANCY. Why “Oh, Nancy!”? IRIS. To see you in this room—after what you’re accustomed to. NANCY (_smiling_). But I’m accustomed to this. This is where we lived before Jack was born. IRIS. I know. And now Jack and I have brought you back to it.... Do you forgive me? NANCY. I shan’t if you talk so foolishly. IRIS. You’ll never forgive Father, of course. Neither shall I. I told him so. NANCY. Yes. I’m not sure that you ought to have.... You see, Jim wasn’t happy at the Manor House. I thought at first that he might manage to be, but he wasn’t. And now here we are, dear, and Jim is as happy as can be. IRIS. And is Nancy? NANCY (_a little sadly_). Well, of course, I do love the country. (_With a sudden smile_) But this is fun, you know. It’s like a second honeymoon. IRIS. Oh, Nancy!... And how is Daddy Broxopp getting on? NANCY. Oh, we shall be all right. He’ll get hold of some idea soon. Come and take off your hat. You mustn’t be a visitor. (_There is a knock at the door_) There! That’s Jack! _Enter JACK._ JACK (_announcing himself_). The Return of the Prodigal! NANCY. Oh, Jack, how nice to see you again, dear! JACK (_kissing her_). How _are_ you, darling? You look remarkably blooming. (_Shaking hands with IRIS_) How do you do, madam? IRIS. How do you do, sir? NANCY. Iris is just coming into my room. We won’t be long. JACK. Right. Where’s Dad? NANCY. He’ll be here in a moment. JACK. Good man. (_He opens the door for them. To IRIS_) You haven’t broken the bad news yet? IRIS. No. NANCY. Jack! There’s nothing——? IRIS (_smiling_). It’s all right, dear. It’s only a little discovery we’ve made. NANCY. There are plenty of discoveries to be made when you are poor. [_NANCY and IRIS go out together._ (_JACK wanders round the room and comes to the unfinished Ajax on the table._) JACK (_catching sight of it_). Good heavens! who’s this? (_Looking at it carefully_) It can’t be anybody at the Club. (_Enter BROXOPP, in hat and tie, with a terrific air. The GREAT CHILLINGHAM! He pulls up at seeing only JACK._) BROXOPP. Hallo, boy. So you’ve come. JACK. Hallo, Dad. BROXOPP. Iris here? JACK. Yes, she’s in with mother. BROXOPP. How are you getting on? We haven’t seen much of you lately. JACK. Well, we’ve all been working so hard. (_Going up to him_) You’re looking extraordinarily bright, Dad. (_He puts an arm affectionately round his father’s shoulder and fingers the Chillingham tie_) Who’s your lady friend?