JACK. I don’t want you to think that Iris put this into my head. It’s always been there.
IRIS (frankly). I expect I brought it out, though.
BROXOPP. And what does Sir Roger say about it?
JACK. Sir Roger says that his grandson is not going to have a name that every Tom, Dick and Harry gapes at on the hoardings.
IRIS. I ought to explain that Jack wants to marry me, not Father’s way of expressing himself. I told Father so.
[36]JACK. Still, you do see his—well, our point of view? Don’t you, Dad?
NANCY. Oh yes, dear.
BROXOPP. Certainly, my boy.
JACK (relieved). Good man. I thought you would.
BROXOPP (getting up). The only thing I’m wondering is whether there is any chance of your seeing mine.