BROXOPP (_drawing his chair still closer and speaking eagerly_). Suppose we found that we only had £1000 a year left—I mean after we’d provided for Jack and Iris—— NANCY (_surprised_). A thousand? BROXOPP. Well, six hundred. I’m only supposing. Six hundred. Enough for just a little house—well, where shall we say? I—I don’t think the country, do you? NANCY. Well, of course, I _do_ like the country, Jim, but—— BROXOPP. The worst of the country is that people will come and stay with you. One is never alone. NANCY. Yes.... And you _must_ have your evening paper. BROXOPP (_with a shrug_). Oh, well.... Now, I thought of a little house, Streatham way, as it might be. You’re in touch with everything—you get the papers—you have neighbours who don’t come and live with you, but drop in when you want them—you can get to London easily, and yet, at the same time—— Or Norwood, say. NANCY. Norwood, yes. BROXOPP. I daresay I should join the Borough Council. I’ve no doubt I could give them a few ideas—— NANCY. Of course you could. BROXOPP. I daresay it isn’t often they have an artist on the Borough Council. And then there would be a Norwood Literary and Debating Society, no doubt. They might care about a lecture on modern methods of advertising, or something of the sort—a reading from _Broxoppiana_, maybe—one way and another there would be plenty to occupy us. What do you say, Nancy? NANCY (_thoughtfully_). I think perhaps £800 a year would be safer. BROXOPP. Well, we should want a couple of servants, I suppose. You could manage with a couple? NANCY. Oh yes! BROXOPP. Say £80 a year for the rent—with a bit of a garden—you’d like that, wouldn’t you?—rates, taxes, say another—— (_But at this moment, when they are just moving into the house, SIR ROGER comes in. In some confusion, the BROXOPPS get to their feet._) TENTERDEN. Ah, Mrs. Chillingham, so you’re back! Welcome home! NANCY. How do you do, Sir Roger? TENTERDEN. A pleasant visit, I hope? NANCY. Very, thank you. But I’m glad to be home again. TENTERDEN. With so beautiful a house, who would not? BROXOPP. Oh, we’re very comfortable here—aren’t we, Nancy? NANCY. I’ve always liked the country.... Have you had tea, Sir Roger? TENTERDEN. Yes, yes, thank you, all I want. Been busy all day, Mrs. Chillingham. A great nuisance, business, on a day like this. And when there is so much that is attractive all around one. And there’s your lucky husband—no cares at all—goes off fishing—— By the way, Chillingham, what luck? BROXOPP (_carelessly_). Oh, about the usual.... Er—I was—er—wanting to talk to you, Sir Roger, about—er— TENTERDEN. My dear friend, by all means. NANCY (_preparing to go_). Well, I must take off my things. And you can talk business together. But don’t keep him too long, Sir Roger, because I want him. (_TENTERDEN is moving politely to the door, but BROXOPP does not move._)