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ssss1JACK. Good old Dad. She’s a ripper, isn’t she?

BROXOPP. She’ll do you a lot of good. But tell me more about it. When did you first discover that she was—a ripper?

JACK. Oh, months ago, but we only fixed it up at that dance last night. I pushed round this morning to see Sir Roger and talk things over. He’s coming round for a pow-wow directly.

BROXOPP. My boy married! And it seems only yesterday that your mother and I were just beginning to keep house together, and there was no Jack at all.

JACK. Well, of course, it seems longer ago than that to me.

BROXOPP (looking at the picture). “I am a Broxopp baby, are you?” Perhaps one of these days there may be——

JACK. Steady on, Dad. You’re not going to talk to Iris like that, I hope.

BROXOPP (with a laugh). I shall be strictly proper and respectable, my boy. Not a word shall escape my lips of which you would disapprove.

JACK. You know what I mean. When a young girl has only just got engaged, you don’t want to start talking about——

BROXOPP. Say no more. And so Sir Roger is coming round too, is he?