BROXOPP. It is, Nancy, it is! I have been singing all the way home. (_Seriously_) Nancy, when we have lots of money I think I shall learn to sing. An artist like myself requires to give expression to his feelings in his great moments. Several people on the bus objected to my singing. I’m afraid they were right. NANCY (_awed_). Are we going to have lots of money one day? Oh, quick, tell me—but slowly right from the beginning. (_She arranges his chair for him._) Or would you rather walk about, dear? BROXOPP (_sitting down_). Well, I shall probably have to walk about directly, but—Where are _you_ going to sit? NANCY (_on the floor at his knees_). Here. BROXOPP (_earnestly_). Nancy, you must get me out of my habit of sitting down before you are seated. It isn’t what a gentleman would do. NANCY (_patting his hand_). It’s what a husband would do. That’s what wives are for—to make their husbands comfy. BROXOPP. Well, dear, never hesitate to tell me any little thing you notice about me. I never drop my aitches now, do I? NANCY (_smiling lovingly at him_). Never, darling. BROXOPP (_complacently_). Very few people could have got out of that in a year. But then (_raising his hand with a gesture of pride_) Broxopp is not like—— Dear me, have I been wearing my hat all the time? NANCY. Yes, darling, I love you in your hat. (_A little upset, BROXOPP takes it off and throws it on the floor._) BROXOPP (_pained_). Darling, you should have told me. NANCY. I love you so—just as you are. The Great Broxopp. Now then, begin from the beginning. BROXOPP (_his confidence recovered_). Well, after breakfast—a breakfast so enormous that, as I said to you at the time, I probably shouldn’t require any dinner after it—— NANCY (_hastily_). Yes, darling, but I said it first, and I really meant it. (_Carelessly_) I don’t know how it is, but somehow I feel I shan’t be at all hungry for dinner to-day. BROXOPP. Nancy, what _is_ for dinner to-day? NANCY (_as though dinner were a small matter in that house_). Oh, chops, bread and cheese and all that sort of thing. (_Eagerly_) But never mind dinner now—go on telling me. BROXOPP. Nancy, look at me and tell me how many chops you have ordered? NANCY (_bravely_). I thought perhaps one would be enough for you, dear, as you weren’t very hungry, and not being hungry myself—— BROXOPP (_jumping up_). I thought so! The Great Broxopp to dine off one chop! The Great Broxopp’s wife to dine off no chops! (_He leans against the wall in a magnificent manner, and with a tremendous flourish produces a five pound note_) Woman, buy five hundred chops! (_Producing another five pound note with an even greater air_) Five hundred tons of fried potatoes! (_Flourishing a third note_) Five million bottles of tomato sauce! (_Thumping his heart_) That’s the sort of man I am. NANCY. Jim! Have you earned all this? BROXOPP (_disparagingly_). Tut! That’s nothing to what is coming.