NORAH. I was just saying, Mr. Chillingham, that women will never be properly free until it is recognised that marriage is only an intellectual partnership in which both the contracting parties have equal rights. Of course, I can hardly expect you to agree with me.
BROXOPP (looking blankly at her). I’m afraid I——
RONNY. Agree with you? I should think not, indeed. If you knew a little more about the world——
NORAH. My dear Ronny, the only world that you know is bounded on the north by Newmarket, on the south by the Savoy, on the east by the Empire, and on the west by the Winning Post.
IRIS. You’ll have to write to your solicitors again, Ronny.
JACK. I say, Norah, you mustn’t say things like that without warning. Must she, Dad? Bread and butter? (He offers the plate to BROXOPP, who takes a piece.)
BROXOPP (bewildered). I’m afraid I hardly—— Thank you.
IRIS. Was that original, Norah?
NORAH. Perfectly. Why not? I suppose Jack [56]thinks that all the clever things must be said by men. I don’t know what you feel about it, Mr. Chillingham——
BROXOPP. I—er——