BROXOPP (unnerved). I—I must think it over. One wants to think things over. There’s no hurry, after all. One naturally wants to look round a little before deciding. If we decide on this, Iris, then——
[90]JACK. Who was that fellow you were so keen on—came over from the office when you were ill—young chap—wrote your letters for you—what was his name?
BROXOPP. Driver?
JACK. Driver. That’s the chap. How can I get hold of him? Is he still at the office?
BROXOPP. They’d know his address, anyhow.
JACK. He’s good, isn’t he?
BROXOPP. Excellent. You remember, Nancy, my telling you that I was going to promote him as soon as——
IRIS. What do you want him for?
JACK. Business manager. Terribly keen. We must have somebody like that.... What about offices?
BROXOPP (vaguely). Offices?