JACK. Well, then—as man to man—how are you getting on?
BROXOPP. As man to man, Jack, I am really happy again.
JACK. Yes, I know, but I didn’t ask if you were happy. I asked you how you were getting on.
BROXOPP (refusing to be cornered). This is the life I like, my boy. It’s harder than it was when I first began, but I made good once, and I can do it again. (Thumping the table) I like doing it.
JACK (plaintively). Yes, but you still haven’t told me how you are getting on.
BROXOPP. Don’t you worry about me. I’ll make my fortune again long before you make yours with painting.
JACK. Yes, you might well do that.... Look here, you gave me £500 a year out of the wreck. Did you leave anything for yourself?
BROXOPP. Of course I did. Don’t you worry about me. The moment will come and I shall seize it. Just at present I am looking round. Don’t you worry about me.
JACK. Well, all I can say is you’re a sportsman, and good luck to you.
NANCY and IRIS come in.