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ssss1BROXOPP. Ah, yes. Well, show her up then.

BENHAM. Yes, sir.

[He goes out.

BROXOPP (indignantly). What I say is this, Nancy. If a man can’t kiss his own wife, on his own sofa, without being interrupted, he isn’t living in a home at all; he’s living in an hotel. Now, I suppose that the dignified gentleman who has just left us despises us from the bottom of his heart. His Grace would never have been so vulgar as to kiss his own wife on the sofa.

NANCY. It doesn’t matter very much, Jim, does it? And I expect we shall get used to him.

BROXOPP. I don’t know why we ever had the fellow—except that Master Jack thought it went better with Eton and Oxford. Eton and Oxford—was that your idea or mine?

NANCY. Yours, dear.

BROXOPP. Oh! Well, the only thing they taught him there was that his father’s tie was the wrong shape.

NANCY (carried back as she looks up at the picture). There never was a better baby than Jack.

BROXOPP (looking at the picture too). Yes, he used to like my tie in those days. He was never so happy as when he was playing with it. Funny how they change when they grow up. (Looking at his watch) What are you doing this morning?