BROXOPP (_smiling_). She’ll teach you a lot, my boy. IRIS (_stopping beneath the picture with the unwilling JACK_). Good-bye, Baby Broxopp! (_She blows a kiss to it and they go out. BROXOPP goes over to his wife and sits on the sofa with her. She takes his hand._) NANCY. Darling, do you mind very much? BROXOPP. I wonder if Jack’s painting is ever going to come to anything. NANCY. He must find that out for himself, mustn’t he? We can’t help him. BROXOPP. Iris is a fine girl; I like a girl who tells the truth. NANCY (_smiling to herself_). I don’t think you’d have liked her to write your advertisements. BROXOPP (_chuckling_). Well done, Nancy. You’ve got me there. NANCY. Say you liked me doing them. BROXOPP (_gravely_). I liked you doing them. I’ve liked everything you’ve ever done for me.... All the same, Nancy, we _were_ truthful. Artistically truthful. An artist is a man who knows what to leave out. Did I say that in _Broxoppiana_? (_Remembering suddenly that there will never be another edition_) Oh, well, it doesn’t matter now. NANCY. You won’t mind very much? We’ve had our time. It’s Jack’s time now. BROXOPP. Yes, we’ve had our time. Twenty-five years. After all, we’ve had the best of the fun, Nancy. Sir Roger is quite right about the name. It has been a handicap to Jack—I can see it now. It mustn’t be a handicap to Jack’s son. NANCY. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t keep on with the business if you like. BROXOPP (_doubtfully_). I don’t think Sir Roger—— NANCY. But it’s for _you_ to decide. BROXOPP (_jumping up_). No, I’ll do the thing handsomely! You didn’t marry a baronet, Nancy, an old county name, but there’s a Broxopp way as well as a Tenterden way. I do my things the Broxopp way, and the Great Broxopp is not the man for half-measures. We’ll make a clean sweep of it all. We’ll rest—you and I together in the country—Mr. and Mrs. Chillingham. You’ve given me everything, you won’t mind giving me your name? NANCY (_entranced by him_). Jim, you _are_ the Great Broxopp! BROXOPP (_entranced by himself_). I am! (_He takes her hands and lifts her out of the sofa._) Propose to me, Nancy! NANCY (_shyly_). Jim, I love you; will you marry me and live with me in the country and take my name? BROXOPP. I will. (_He kisses her, puts her back in the sofa and goes to the telephone. It is good-bye now to the Beans._) Central 99199.... Hullo, is Mr. Morris in? Broxopp speaking ... _Broxopp_ speaking.... Good heavens, haven’t you ever heard the name of Broxopp before? For the last time—(_he looks up at NANCY_) for the last time, Nancy—(_down the telephone very firmly_) Broxopp speaking! ACT III SCENE: _The big hall in the country place which MR. CHILLINGHAM (né BROXOPP) has bought. Through the open front doors can be seen a hint of the drive and the park beyond. It was JACK who chose it, and he has done the GREAT BROXOPP rather well; there was no such view from that third floor in Bloomsbury._