NANCY. They’d had rather a fright about their money. There was a Building Society—I forget its name—all the advertisements said it was a wonderful investment—— BROXOPP. They didn’t put their money into it? NANCY. They were just going to when—— BROXOPP. That’s all right. Because here you are—in the Stop Press News. (_Reading_) “Great City Failure. Collapse of Excelsior Building Society.” Was that the one? NANCY. Jim! (_Trying to remember_) Excelsior—no, I don’t think—— Well, it doesn’t matter, because they didn’t put their money in, anyhow. A friend warned them—— BROXOPP. Funny how everybody thinks he can make money in the City without working for it. People used to say to me, “You’re a business man.” I used to say, “I’m not a business man. I’m an artist. I have large ideas. I _employ_ business men.” Same way I employ Sir Roger. He knows; I don’t. I am above all that. NANCY. I’ve been thinking about Sir Roger. _Does_ he know? BROXOPP (_a little alarmed_). What do you mean, Nancy? NANCY. Of course, he’s quite honest, but I think sometimes we’ve been rather foolish in letting him have so much to say in the investing of your money. I suppose you keep an eye on things for yourself, Jim? BROXOPP (_hastily_). Yes, yes, of course I do.... He is a little difficult to—er—I mean he _has_ rather a way with him, which—— But I must certainly go into things with him. You’re quite right, Nancy. I’m not going to let Sir Roger or any one else play ducks and drakes with the money which _I_ earned. NANCY. The money on which we were going to retire so happily. BROXOPP (_with a sigh_). Yes! NANCY (_with a sigh_). Yes! (_They are silent for a little._) No more anxieties, no more hard work. Just a happy, quiet life, all the day to yourself, doing whatever you liked. BROXOPP (_less heartily_). Er—yes. Yes. NANCY. Fishing—— BROXOPP (_doing his best_). Yes. NANCY. Golf—— BROXOPP (_looking at her and looking away again_). Yes. NANCY. Talking to Jack’s friends—(_BROXOPP doesn’t exactly say anything_) enjoying yourself from morning till night. BROXOPP. You, too, Nancy. A house always full of people—plenty of servants to look after—bazaars to open—society—— NANCY (_with a sigh_). Yes! (_They are silent again. Then BROXOPP—sure that they are alone—brings his chair a little nearer to Nancy’s._) BROXOPP. You know, Nancy, sometimes I have hoped—I mean, I have thought—that perhaps Sir Roger—that perhaps he is being a little reckless—a little foolish—that perhaps—— NANCY (_eagerly_). Oh, Jim! Do you think he is? BROXOPP. Supposing he came to me and said, “The fact is, Brox”—I mean Chillingham—“the fact is, Chillingham, things haven’t turned out quite as I expected, and—er—we have had losses.” I should say, “That’s all right, Sir Roger, I don’t blame you; you have done your best.” And even if it meant giving up the house, and—— NANCY. And the fishing, and the golf—— BROXOPP. Er—exactly. I shouldn’t reproach him. NANCY. No, dear.