(They all sit round the tea-things.)
IRIS. What had you been doing to him, Norah?
NORAH. I told him he wasn’t grown-up yet, and he tried to prove he was by throwing cushions at me.
JACK. That’s a nasty one, Ronny. You’ll have to write to your solicitors about that.
RONNY. Now, look here, I don’t want any more of it, Norah. I’m older than you, anyway. And Jack and Iris aren’t exactly bald yet.... What about that foursome after tea?
IRIS (doubtfully). Well, I’m not quite sure if I——
RONNY. If you’re thinking about Mr. Chillingham, he doesn’t want to play. I asked him.
IRIS (relieved). Oh well, then, that’s all right. He wants to wait for Nancy, I expect. Bless them!
NORAH. I’m not at all sure that I approve of this old-fashioned sentiment about married life.
JACK. I say, this is rather alarming.