BROXOPP (momentarily shaken, but quickly recovering). But you believed it! Say you believed it!
NANCY. Of course I did.
BROXOPP (strutting about the room). Aha, she knew! She recognised the Great Broxopp. (Striking an attitude) And now the whole world will know.
NANCY. Is it as wonderful as that?
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.
[9]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.