BROXOPP. You needn’t be. That sort of thing doesn’t worry me (_with a snap of the fingers_) that much. I’d sooner lose five thousand on the Stock Exchange than lose one customer who might have bought a five shilling bottle of Broxopp’s Beans, and didn’t. You should speak to Sir Roger the next time he comes to dinner. He’s gone into the City lately, and I daresay he can put you on to a good thing. BENHAM. Thank you, sir. It would be very condescending of him. Would you like me to brush your hat, sir? BROXOPP. I should like you to tell me who this gentleman was who rang up. BENHAM. Oh, I beg your pardon, sir. A Mr. Morris. He wishes you to communicate with him this morning, sir, if convenient. BROXOPP. Morris? Ridiculous fellow. All right, Benham. BENHAM. Thank you, sir. (_He picks up the hat and goes out as BROXOPP goes to the telephone._) BROXOPP (_at telephone_). Central 99199 ... yes.... Is Mr. Morris in? Broxopp speaking.... Yes.... Hullo, is that you, Mr. Morris? Broxopp speaking.... Yes, I’ve got your letter.... Oh no, no, no, I don’t care how good the offer is. I don’t want to sell.... Well, you see, I happen to be interested in Broxopp’s Beans.... Yes, yes, of course, but I mean artistically interested. It’s my work, Morris; it’s what I live for. I am much too fond of it to want to share it with anybody.... That’s final, Morris.... Well, look here, if your man is as keen as all that to buy Broxopp’s Beans I’ll tell you what I’ll do. (_He looks up at NANCY as she comes in, and nods affectionately to her, and then goes on speaking down the telephone._) I’ll let him have one of the large bottles for two and ninepence. Ha, ha, ha! (_Greatly pleased with himself_) Good-bye, Mr. Morris. (_He puts back the receiver, and says to NANCY_) Morris has a man who wants to buy Broxopp’s Beans. I said I’d let him have one of the large bottles for two and ninepence. Rather good, Nancy, wasn’t it? We must put it in the next edition of _Broxoppiana_. (_Thoughtfully_) I’m not often funny. (_He kisses her hand and leads her to the sofa._) NANCY. Dear one ... aren’t you going to the City this morning? BROXOPP (_on the sofa with her_). I don’t know. There’s not much to do just now. Besides (_tapping his button-hole_), how could I go? NANCY (_getting up_). Oh, you baby. Have you been waiting for me to put that in? (_She goes to a bowl of carnations and takes one out._) BROXOPP. Well, I couldn’t go without it, could I? Broxopp without his pink carnation—what would they say in the City? And after you’d put it in for me for twenty years, how could I put it in for myself? NANCY (_giving it the final touch_). There! BROXOPP (_looking from it to her with a satisfied smile_). Now, then, give me a kiss, and perhaps I’ll go. NANCY. You’re only a boy still, Jim; much younger than Jack. BROXOPP. Oh, Jack’s just at the age when they’re oldest. He’ll grow out of it. Now then, what about that kiss?