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?