BROXOPP (_jumping up and going to the door_). Coming through the—you don’t mean to say that—— Why, Nancy! (_He brings her in_) Benham, get that fresh tea at once! BENHAM (_going to tea-table_). Yes, sir. NANCY. How are you, Benham? Isn’t it nice to be back! Yes, I should like some tea, please. And you had better send the car for my luggage. BROXOPP. Your luggage? You don’t mean—— BENHAM. The car has gone, madam. NANCY. Ah, that’s right. [_BENHAM goes out._ BROXOPP (_horrified_). Nancy, you weren’t _met_? NANCY. No, darling. I suppose there was some mistake. BROXOPP (_throwing up his hands in despair_). I thought I could leave that much to Jack. Well, let’s have a look at you. (_He holds her at arms’ length_) And they forgot all about you! NANCY. Oh, but I enjoyed my walk, you know. The woods, Jim! You never saw anything like them just now. BROXOPP. Oh, well, nothing matters now you’re here. (_He kisses her._) Do you know Miss Norah Field, Nancy? NANCY. I expect she was at the wedding, wasn’t she? Iris told me she wanted to ask her here. Is she nice? BROXOPP (_kissing her again_). She doesn’t approve of kissing. NANCY (_sitting down at the tea-table_). Perhaps she’s never tried. (_Enter BENHAM._) Tea! how nice! You must have it with me, Jim. BROXOPP (_firmly_). I’m going to. BENHAM. Is there anything more, madam? NANCY. No, thank you. Are you quite well, Benham? BENHAM. Yes, thank you, madam. Pretty well, considering. NANCY. That’s right. [_BENHAM goes out._ (_As soon as they are alone NANCY blows BROXOPP a kiss, and then pours out tea._) NANCY. Well, how has everybody been getting on without me? BROXOPP (_tapping his chest_). Me? NANCY. You, and everybody. I suppose Sir Roger is still here? BROXOPP. Oh yes. NANCY. Well, all of you. Have you been very lonely without me? BROXOPP. Very. NANCY. The one letter I had from Iris seemed to say that you were all enjoying yourselves very much. What have _you_ been doing? You didn’t tell me much about yourself. BROXOPP. Oh, fishing, golf—all the usual things. Talking to Jack and his friends. (_Grimly_) They are wonderful talkers. NANCY (_proudly_). So are you, Jim. BROXOPP (_shaking his head_). The world is getting too quick for me. When I talk I like to finish what I have to say. I never seem to have a chance now.... But never mind about me. Tell me about yourself. How’s old London looking? NANCY (_smiling_). Just the same.... Where do you think I was yesterday? BROXOPP (_excitedly_). Broxopp’s? NANCY (_shaking her head_). No—but not far wrong. Bloomsbury way. BROXOPP. Number 26? NANCY. Yes! I happened to be that way, and I thought I’d go past the door, and there was a board up on the third floor, so I went in and asked to look over the rooms—pretended I was just married. There they were, just the same—and I did wish you had been with me.