BROXOPP (_with a laugh_). We’ve climbed a bit since those days. NANCY. We always knew we should, didn’t we? BROXOPP. And I began as an errand-boy at fourteen! Let Mr. Ronny Derwent beat that if he can! NANCY. I’m sure Mr. Ronny Derwent couldn’t. BROXOPP (_casually_). And you didn’t happen to look in at Broxopp’s at all? NANCY. Oh no. I don’t suppose anybody would have known me. BROXOPP (_eagerly_). Old Carter would—I suppose he’s still there. They wouldn’t get rid of Carter. He always used to remember how you came up the first day we opened the office, and I’d had lunch sent in—do you remember?—and a bottle of champagne. The first champagne you’d ever had—do you remember, Nancy?—and how frightened you were when the cork came out? NANCY (_gently_). I remember, Jim. BROXOPP. I thought perhaps you might just have passed by outside—on your way somewhere. (_Wistfully_) I suppose you still see the same—the same advertisements everywhere? Have we—have they got any new ones? NANCY. I didn’t notice any. BROXOPP (_nodding his head_). They can’t do better than the old ones. (_After a pause_) Of course, there are new ideas—(_he gets up and walks about_)—there was one I was thinking of this morning when I was out—nothing to do with me now—I just happened to think of it. (_He is carried away by it as he goes on_) I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a man drawing on a film—you see a few lines first, which mean nothing, and then gradually it begins to take shape. Well, you’d have your posters like that—altering every week. A large poster with just a few meaningless lines on it. Everybody would wonder what it meant. They’d all talk about it. Next week a curve here and there, a bit of shading somewhere. People get more and more interested. What is coming? And so it goes on. And then, in the last week, the lines all join together, some of them become writing, you see “BROXOPP’S”—— (_He breaks off, pulls himself together, and says casually_) The idea just came to me this morning when I was out. Of course, it’s nothing to do with me now. (_He gives a little laugh and sits down again._) NANCY (_who has been listening raptly_). It’s a wonderful idea. BROXOPP (_pleased_). Not bad, is it? (_With an effort_) However, that’s nothing to do with it, now. NANCY (_with a sigh_). No, not now. BROXOPP. And how did you leave Emily? NANCY. Oh, she was very well. She sent her love to you. BROXOPP. That’s good. And did you bring me an evening paper? NANCY (_smiling_). Of course I did. (_She takes it out of her bag_) Knowing what a baby you are. BROXOPP (_apologetically_). There’s something about an evening paper—— You know, Nancy, I think I miss my evening paper more than anything. (_He opens it_) So much more happens in an evening paper. Of course, this is an early edition.... And so Emily was well, was she? That’s good.