NANCY. We went to Pritchard the agents. In Victoria Street somewhere——
JACK (getting into his hat and coat). That’s your job, Iris. Get orders for half-a-dozen—three to four rooms, I should think. Central. We’d better make the stuff down at this chap’s place to start with—enlarge whatever plant he’s got. I’ll go after Driver, while you’re Pritcharding.
IRIS (getting her things together). Right. Pritchard, Victoria Street. What number?
JACK. Telephone book at the chemist’s round the corner.
IRIS. Righto. (To NANCY) Good-bye, dear.
JACK (to NANCY). We shall have supper with you, dear, so see that there’s some food. So will Miss Johns and her brother, probably. Food for six at eight, say. But we’ll be back before that, I expect. So long. (He goes to the door.)
IRIS. Good-bye, Daddy Broxopp. We’re making our fortune again.
[91]BROXOPP (still bewildered). Yes, but, Jack—Jack, you mustn’t——
JACK (a last shout from the passage). That’s all right, Dad, leave it to me!
(The door slams. They are gone. BROXOPP and NANCY are alone together. He is unhappy; she feels that he is unhappy. They sit there, saying nothing....)