BROXOPP. Perhaps it is as well. The Great Chillingham is not yet before you. I spoke too soon. (_He begins to undo the parcels._) NANCY (_mechanically_). Yes, darling. BROXOPP. Wait! (_He opens the parcels—a Chillingham grey hat and a Chillingham pink tie are disclosed_) Permit me, madam, to introduce to you the Chillingham hat and the Chillingham tie! (_He holds them up._) NANCY (_wistfully_). There has never been more than one Broxopp baby! BROXOPP. This is not babyness; it’s business. I called on the Aquavim people to-day—the Brain Tonic for Tired Workers. I announced that I was willing to undertake the entire management and reconstruction of their business for them. They declined. I then said that temporarily, and until greater opportunities offered, I might be induced to advertise their poison for them. They replied that they no longer wrote their own advertisements; they were written for them by eminent authors, actors, painters, soldiers, and statesmen, in exchange for a few bottles and the publicity which it brought them. I said modestly that, if it came to that, I myself was at one time not unknown in the world of commerce. The manager looked at my card again, and regretted that he could not seem to recall the name of Chillingham. That opened my eyes, Nancy, and I decided that all the world should know (_putting on the bowler hat and striking an attitude_) The Great Chillingham! But you’ll see it better directly, when I’ve got the tie on. NANCY (_going to him_). Say you don’t regret Broxopp very much! BROXOPP. Does an artist regret selling a picture after he has painted it? I made the name of Broxopp, and when I had made it, I sold it. Now I’m going to make the name of Chillingham. I can make any name—with you helping me, Nancy. NANCY (_hopefully_). Of course you can. (_Twenty-five years ago how certain she would have been!_) Have you decided what we shall make the name of Chillingham famous about? BROXOPP (_offhand_). Well, well, there’s no hurry. I shall find something. I shall think of something directly. Don’t let us be in a hurry. (_Taking off his hat and regarding it_) I think the new hat is striking—don’t you? But keep the old one, Nancy. When the story of my life comes to be written, the author may wish to see it personally. Well, I’ll go and put the tie on.... But I was forgetting. Who do you think I saw to-day? NANCY (_eagerly_). Not Jack? BROXOPP. Jack. NANCY. But why didn’t you tell me? How is he? How is he looking? BROXOPP. You’ll see for yourself directly. He and Iris are coming round this afternoon. NANCY. How nice! Then I suppose his picture is finished. How is Iris? BROXOPP. He didn’t tell me anything, except that he was coming. We were both of us in a hurry. Well, I’ll go and put on this tie. On this day The Great Chillingham was born. [_BROXOPP goes out._