BROXOPP. Nor did he, Nancy. “Mr. Thomson,” I said, “this is _my_ business. _You_ go about inventing foods. Do I interfere with you? No. I don’t say that we must have this, that, and the other in it. All I do is to put it on the market and advertise it. And when I’m doing that, don’t you interfere with _me_. Why beans? you say. Exactly! I want the whole of England to ask that question. Beans for Babies—what an absurd idea! Who _is_ this Broxopp? Once they begin talking like that, I’ve got them. As for the food—make it up into bean shape and let them dissolve it. Or no. Leave it as it is. They’ll talk about it more that way. _Lucus a non lucendo._ Good-morning!” NANCY. What does _that_ mean? BROXOPP (_off-handedly_). It’s Latin, dear, for calling a thing black because it’s white. Thomson understood; he’s an educated man, he’s not like Spenlow. NANCY. And do we share the profits with Mr. Thomson? BROXOPP. He’ll have to take some, of course, because it’s his food. I shall be generous to him, Nancy; don’t you be afraid of that. NANCY. I know you will, darling; that’s what I’m afraid of. BROXOPP (_carelessly_). We shall have an agreement drawn up. (_On fire to begin._) It will be hard work for the first year. Every penny we make will have to be used again to advertise it. (_Thumping the table_) But I can do it! With you helping me, Nancy, I can do it. NANCY (_adoringly_). You can do it, my man. And oh! how proud I shall be of helping you. BROXOPP. And the time will come when the world will be full of Broxopp Babies! I look into the future and I see—millions of them! NANCY (_coming very close_). Jim, when I am all alone, then sometimes I look into the future, too. BROXOPP (_indulgently_). And what do you see, Nancy? NANCY. Sometimes I seem to see _one_ little Broxopp baby. BROXOPP (_with a shout_). Nancy! You mean—— NANCY. Would you like to have a little one of your very own, Jim? BROXOPP. My darling! It only needed this! (_He takes her in his arms._) NANCY. My husband! BROXOPP (_releasing her_). A Broxopp—to carry on the name! A little Broxopp! Nancy, he shall be the first, the pioneer of all the Broxopp Babies! (_Carried away_) I see him—everywhere—sitting in his little vest—— NANCY (_seeing him too_). His little vest! BROXOPP. Holding out his little pudgy hand—— NANCY. His little pudgy hand! BROXOPP. And saying to all the world (_he hesitates, and a sudden triumphant inspiration gives him the words_) “I am a Broxopp Baby—are you?” (_They gaze eagerly into the future, BROXOPP seeing his million babies, NANCY seeing her one._) ACT II