JACK (_getting up_). No, you don’t; I’ll go. It’s Dad’s lady friend—I’ll bet you what you like—come to see his tie. Perhaps I can buy her off on the mat. [_He goes out._ IRIS (_relaxing_). Well, I suppose he won’t want Ajax any more. (_She goes over to look at the sketch_) Doesn’t he draw nicely? (_To BROXOPP_) That squiggly bit is you. (_Looking from one to the other_) No, I shouldn’t recognise you. BROXOPP (_picking up the sketch_). Yes, that’s the way to draw. (_To NANCY_) All the same, darling, I shall never forget the way you drew those suspenders in the old days. There was something about them—— _JACK and MISS JOHNS come in._ JACK (_protesting as he comes in_). Oh, but I assure you I remember you perfectly. Mother, this is Miss Johns. You remember her, don’t you? (_He doesn’t himself at all._) She was—er—in the old days—don’t you remember——? NANCY (_holding out her hand_). How do you do, Miss Johns? It’s very nice of you to come and see us now. (_Hopefully to BROXOPP_) Jim, you remember Miss Johns? BROXOPP (_the only one who does, and he can’t place her for the moment_). Delighted to see you again, Miss Johns. Of course, I remember you perfectly. (_He looks at her with a puzzled expression._) MISS JOHNS. It’s very good of you to remember me, Mr. Broxopp—I mean Chillingham. I can hardly expect you to. I only just came because I’m your neighbour, and—(_looking round her awkwardly_)—but perhaps you’d rather I—— BROXOPP. Oh, not at all. You know Jack’s wife, don’t you? (_They bow to each other._) Sit down and tell us what you have been doing lately. (_She sits down. JACK wanders back to his sketch and IRIS goes with him, looking over his shoulder as he touches it up._) MISS JOHNS. You know, I don’t believe you do remember me, Mr. Broxopp—I beg your pardon, I mean Mr. Chillingham. BROXOPP (_grimly_). I don’t, but I’m going to. (_He looks at her with a frown._) NANCY (_kindly, as MISS JOHNS is obviously getting uncomfortable under BROXOPP’S gaze_). Darling one—— BROXOPP. Wait! (_Thumping his hand with his fist_) I’ve got it! (_Pointing to her_) You interviewed me on that day—of course, I remember you now. MISS JOHNS. Oh, Mr. Brox—Oh, how wonderful of you to remember when you must have been interviewed so often. BROXOPP. Yes, but you were the last person to interview The Great Broxopp. You heard that I had changed my name? MISS JOHNS. Oh, I was so sorry! I heard about it all, and how you—— BROXOPP. Oh, well, you mustn’t pity us too much. We’re quite happy here, aren’t we, Nancy? NANCY. This is where we began, you know, Miss Johns. BROXOPP. Why, of course she knows. I remember your saying that you lived on the floor below. And are you still on the same paper? MISS JOHNS. Yes, but—er—— (_She is obviously uncomfortable._) BROXOPP. But they don’t want an interview with The Great Chillingham? (_With utter confidence_) They will, Miss Johns, they will.