(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.