MISS JOHNS. You know, I don’t believe you do remember me, Mr. Broxopp—I beg your pardon, I mean Mr. Chillingham.
BROXOPP (grimly). I don’t, but I’m going to. (He looks at her with a frown.)
NANCY (kindly, as MISS JOHNS is obviously getting uncomfortable under BROXOPP’S gaze). Darling one——
BROXOPP. Wait! (Thumping his hand with his fist) I’ve got it! (Pointing to her) You interviewed me on that day—of course, I remember you now.
MISS JOHNS. Oh, Mr. Brox—Oh, how wonderful of you to remember when you must have been interviewed so often.
[87]BROXOPP. Yes, but you were the last person to interview The Great Broxopp. You heard that I had changed my name?
MISS JOHNS. Oh, I was so sorry! I heard about it all, and how you——
BROXOPP. Oh, well, you mustn’t pity us too much. We’re quite happy here, aren’t we, Nancy?
NANCY. This is where we began, you know, Miss Johns.
BROXOPP. Why, of course she knows. I remember your saying that you lived on the floor below. And are you still on the same paper?