IRIS. I think it must be.
JACK. Wonderful hair.... Did I ever tell you that I like your eyes much better than the ones you see lying about in fishmongers’ shops next to the ice?
IRIS (smiling). Do you?
JACK. They’ve got so much more expression.... Did I ever tell you—— Hullo, here’s tea. (BENHAM comes in) Has the car gone, Benham?
BENHAM. Yes, sir.
JACK. Good. Let’s hope the train’s late.
BENHAM (arranging the tea). I’m afraid it is not very likely, sir. I remember His Grace once commenting on the curious fact that, whenever one particularly wished a train to be late, it was invariably punctual.
JACK. His Grace seems to have been a highly original thinker.
BENHAM. Yes, sir, he was very well tolerated in the family.
JACK. Well, this must seem rather a holiday for you after the intellectual life at the Castle. You must make the most of it, Benham.