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NANCY. Oh yes, dear.

TENTERDEN. Well, my friend Jack has been talking it over with me. I think we agree that for Mr.Broxopp to retire from the business—and I am sure he has well earned his rest after all these years of strenuous work—for him to retire and settle down in the country, would not altogether meet the case. The name of Broxopp would continue with the business—one could not get away from it. (To BROXOPP) I think I am right in saying that?

BROXOPP. Undoubtedly, Sir Roger. The name is the business.

TENTERDEN. That was my view. So our friend Jack and I think that something more must be done. A question merely of another name. He has suggested, my dear Mrs.Broxopp (with a bow), your name, Chillingham.

BROXOPP. I don’t quite understand.

TENTERDEN. Merely that you should start your new life—freed from the cares of business—as—ah—Chillingham.

BROXOPP. Oh!

IRIS (to herself). Roger Chillingham.

TENTERDEN (charmingly to NANCY). A name I should be proud for my grandson to bear. I seem to remember a Chillingham in the Coldstream with me years ago. Are yours military people?