[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 [86]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.)