BROXOPP. Undoubtedly, Sir Roger. The name is the business.
TENTERDEN. That was my view. So our friend Jack and I think that something more must be done. A question merely of another name. He has suggested, my dear Mrs. Broxopp (with a bow), your name, Chillingham.
BROXOPP. I don’t quite understand.
TENTERDEN. Merely that you should start your new life—freed from the cares of business—as—ah—Chillingham.
BROXOPP. Oh!
IRIS (to herself). Roger Chillingham.
TENTERDEN (charmingly to NANCY). A name I should be proud for my grandson to bear. I seem to remember a Chillingham in the Coldstream with me years ago. Are yours military people?
NANCY (eagerly). Oh yes! My father was a sergeant-major in the Wiltshires.
TENTERDEN (bearing it gallantly). Ah! A younger branch, no doubt. But it is a good name, Chillingham. [41]After all, why should the wife always take the husband’s name? Eh, Mrs. Broxopp? Why should not the husband take the wife’s, the son take the mother’s.... Jack Chillingham to Iris Tenterden. And a handsome couple, are they not? I shall be proud of my grandson.
IRIS (amused, as always, by her father). Say something, Jack. A few words of thanks.