NANCY. Fifteen pounds! (_Suddenly remembering_) Now what would you _really_ like for dinner? BROXOPP (_going over to her and taking her hands_). Nancy, _you_ believed in me all the time. It has been weary waiting for you, but now—(_answering her question_) I think I should like a kiss. NANCY (_kissing him and staying very close_). Of course I believed in you, my wonderful man. And now they’ll all believe in you. (_After a pause_) Who believed the fifteen pounds? Was it Mr. Spenlow? BROXOPP. Spenlow? Bah! (_He strides across the room and tears down the Spenlow advertisements._) Spenlow comes down—like his suspenders. _Facilis descensus Spenlovi._ (_Dramatically_) I see the man Spenlow begging his bread from door to door. I see his wife’s stockings falling in swathes about her ankles. I see—— NANCY. Darling! BROXOPP. You’re quite right, dear. I’m being vulgar again. And worse than that—uncharitable. When we are rich, we will ask the Spenlows to stay with us. We will be kind to them; we will provide them with suspenders. NANCY (_bringing him back to the point_). Jim! (_She holds up the money._) You haven’t told me yet. BROXOPP (_carelessly_). Oh, that? That was from Fordyce. NANCY. The Fordyce cheap Restaurants? BROXOPP. The same. I had an inspiration this morning. I forced my way into the office of the man Fordyce, and I took him on one side and whispered winged words into his ear. I said (_dramatically_) “Fordyce fills you for fivepence.” It will be all over London to-morrow. “Fordyce fills you for fivepence.” What an arresting thought to a hungry man! NANCY. Shall we have dinner there to-day, dear? BROXOPP. Good heavens, no! It is sufficient that I drag others into his beastly eating-house. _We_ will dine on champagne, regally. NANCY. Darling, I know you are an artist and mustn’t be thwarted, but—there’s the rent—and—and other days coming—and—— BROXOPP (_dropping into his chair again_). Nancy, come and sit on my knee. (_With suppressed excitement_) Quick, while I’m sitting down. I shall be wanting to walk about directly. This room is too small for me. (_She comes to him._) Nancy, it has been a hard struggle for you, I’m afraid. NANCY. I’ve loved it, Jim. BROXOPP. Well, that’s over now. Now the real fun is beginning. (_Triumphantly_) Nancy, I’m on my own at last. Broxopp is on his own! (_He puts her down impetuously and jumps up._) I look into the future and what do I see? I see on every hoarding, I see on the side of every omnibus, I see dotted among the fields along the great railway routes these magic words: “BROXOPP’S BEANS FOR BABIES.” NANCY (_carried away_). Darling! BROXOPP. Yes! I have begun. And now the world will see what advertisement can do in the hands of an artist. Broxopp’s Beans for Babies! NANCY. But—(_timidly_) do babies like beans?