BROXOPP (_with dignity_). Have you never heard of the Chillingham tie, boy? JACK. Never. Is that it? BROXOPP. It is. (_Simply_) It will be heard of one day. JACK (_smiling_). I’m sure it will. I can almost hear it now. (_Patting him affectionately_) Dear old Dad—I’ve been a rotten son to you, haven’t I? (_He drops into a chair._) BROXOPP (_considering it fairly_). No, I won’t say that, Jack. You were a very good son to me when you were a baby. You did a lot for the Broxopp business, and I used to like telling people in the City all the funny little things you said. Besides, you made your mother very happy. And then, when you were growing up, I used to enjoy talking about my boy at Eton and my boy at Oxford. One way and another I’ve got a good deal of happiness out of you. JACK. And then, when I was grown up, you suddenly found that I was a selfish beast. BROXOPP. You can’t expect father and son to see things the same way. One or the other has got to be selfish. It’s generally the father.... Well, and how’s the picture? Finished? JACK. Wait till Iris comes in. We’ve decided to tell you our sad story hand in hand. Besides, while we’ve got the chance, there’s something I want you to tell _me_. BROXOPP. Well, what is it? JACK. Well, then—as man to man—how are you getting on? BROXOPP. As man to man, Jack, I am really happy again. JACK. Yes, I know, but I didn’t ask if you were happy. I asked you how you were getting on. BROXOPP (_refusing to be cornered_). This is the life I like, my boy. It’s harder than it was when I first began, but I made good once, and I can do it again. (_Thumping the table_) I like doing it. JACK (_plaintively_). Yes, but you still haven’t told me how you are getting on. BROXOPP. Don’t you worry about _me_. I’ll make my fortune again long before you make yours with painting. JACK. Yes, you might well do that.... Look here, you gave me £500 a year out of the wreck. Did you leave anything for yourself? BROXOPP. Of course I did. Don’t you worry about me. The moment will come and I shall seize it. Just at present I am looking round. Don’t you worry about _me_. JACK. Well, all I can say is you’re a sportsman, and good luck to you. _NANCY and IRIS come in._ IRIS. Hallo, Daddy Broxopp. BROXOPP (_kissing her_). Hallo, my girl. You haven’t called me that for a long time. IRIS. I know. Let’s try and forget that. Are you going to forgive me? She has. BROXOPP. Forgive you for what? IRIS. Well, for not having been an orphan for one thing. NANCY (_shaking her head at her with a smile_). Iris! IRIS. And for putting a lot of nonsense into Jack’s head, and making an utter mess of things. JACK. My dear girl, any nonsense in my head came there of itself; it wasn’t put in by you. IRIS. Well, there it was, anyhow. The fact is, Daddy Broxopp, we’ve made a discovery in the last few months. BROXOPP. Hallo, what’s that? IRIS. Well, it’s rather important. Are you ready, Jack? (_Taking JACK’S hand_) We have discovered——