NANCY. There’ll be something left. We were just saying—— BROXOPP (_shaking his head_). There’s Jack to remember. We must give him his chance—he may be a genius—my son—(_as an afterthought_) your son—why not? NANCY. Yes, dear.... If we only had five hundred a year, it wouldn’t be—I could make you comfortable—even four hundred—— (_She is already adding up the butcher’s bills, and the baker’s bills, and the servant’s wages—only one servant ... when BROXOPP breaks in on her thoughts._) BROXOPP. Nancy! NANCY. Yes, Jim. BROXOPP. I’m just over fifty. NANCY. Yes, Jim. BROXOPP. And you? NANCY. Just under fifty. BROXOPP. M’m.... A hundred between us. NANCY. I don’t feel that we’re a hundred, do you? BROXOPP. No. Still, there it is. Will you mind very much? NANCY. Mind what? BROXOPP. Beginning again at fifty? NANCY (_a little frightened now_). Do you mean—working again? BROXOPP. Yes. Looking for work again. Trying to earn a living again. Will you mind very much? NANCY (_coming close_). N—no, dear. BROXOPP. Not frightened? NANCY (_coming closer_). N—no, dear. BROXOPP (_valiantly_). After all, what I have done, I can do! NANCY (_now much more bravely_). Yes, dear.... (_After a pause_) It was funny my going into Number 26 this morning. BROXOPP. What? NANCY. The rooms at 26 are empty—our old rooms—I told you. BROXOPP (_eagerly_). Go back to them? NANCY. Well, there they are. BROXOPP (_dropping into a chair_). Beginning again at fifty.... It will be a hard struggle. NANCY. Yes, dear. (_They are sitting side by side now, looking in front of them at that struggle. He follows it in his mind.... There must be something pleasing in the prospect of it, for the frown slowly becomes a smile. Still smiling, he gives a sidelong glance at NANCY. Curiously enough, she too is not altogether miserable. But as their eyes meet they pull themselves together with a start, and BROXOPP frowns heavily and speaks again._) BROXOPP. A hard struggle. NANCY (_sternly_). A hard struggle. (_Again they look in front of them at it, and again there seems to be something in the prospect not unattractive. Once more their eyes meet, but this time they do not try to hide from each other what their hearts are saying. They are saying quite unmistakably, “What fun!” Hand in hand they sit there, waiting for it to begin._) ACT IV SCENE: _BROXOPP is back at No. 26. The room looks much the same as it did those many years ago, but it has been improved by one or two pieces of furniture saved from the wreck._ _The BROXOPPS are out, and SIR ROGER TENTERDEN is waiting for the return of one of them. He is getting impatient. He looks at his watch and decides that he can wait no longer. He picks up his hat, and is on his way to the door, when NANCY comes in with some parcels in a string bag._ * * * * * NANCY (_taken by surprise_). Oh, how you startled me!... Why, it’s Sir Roger!