JACK. Beat us, indeed! I should like to see you do it.
RONNY. Well, you will, Jack, old boy.
IRIS (to BROXOPP). You’ll want to wait for Nancy; won’t you, dear?
RONNY. Do play if you’d like to, you know. Of course, it will dish the foursome rather.
[57]BROXOPP. Thank you, Mr. Derwent, but I shall be waiting for Mrs. Chillingham.
NORAH. I was saying just now, Mr. Chillingham, that I don’t altogether approve of married people——
JACK. Help! She’s leading up to her epigram again.
BROXOPP. Yes, Miss Field? You were saying——?
RONNY. I say, don’t encourage her; we’ve had it all once. (To IRIS, as he gets up) Are you ready?
IRIS. I think so; aren’t we, Jack? (To BROXOPP) Will you have some more tea, dear?