[She goes out.
BENHAM (picking up hat delicately and putting it down again). One hat—and what a hat!
(BROXOPP comes in. Very much the BROXOPP that we know, though his hair, moustache, and beard are greying slightly, and his face is more lined. He still wears a broad-tailed coat and a spreading blue tie, though he probably pays more for them nowadays.)
BROXOPP. Well, Benham, what is it?
BENHAM. A gentleman rang up, your Grace—I beg your pardon—“Sir,” I should have said.
BROXOPP. Call me your Grace if it’s any comfort to you, Benham.
BENHAM. Thank you, sir.
BROXOPP. Settling down all right?
BENHAM. I am quite comfortable, sir, thank you.
BROXOPP. I’m afraid you feel that you have come down in the world?