BROXOPP (looking at the picture). “I am a Broxopp baby, are you?” Perhaps one of these days there may be——
JACK. Steady on, Dad. You’re not going to talk to Iris like that, I hope.
BROXOPP (with a laugh). I shall be strictly proper and respectable, my boy. Not a word shall escape my lips of which you would disapprove.
JACK. You know what I mean. When a young girl has only just got engaged, you don’t want to start talking about——
BROXOPP. Say no more. And so Sir Roger is coming round too, is he?
JACK. Yes.
BROXOPP. What does he say about it?
JACK (knowing that it’s got to come now). Well, that’s just it. You see Iris and I—I mean he and I—well, of course I always thought so—I mean I don’t want you to think that Iris—though naturally she agrees with me—well, we think, I mean I think—oh, thank the Lord—here is Iris.
(IRIS comes in with NANCY—tall, cool, confident, [33]with something of the boy in her; utterly honest and unafraid. But even if you don’t like these qualities, you forgive her because she is lovely.)
NANCY. Jack’s told you, Jim?