BROXOPP (almost to himself). What did I call myself? The Great Chillingham. (With a sad, disillusioned little laugh) The Great Chillingham!
NANCY (comforting him). Darling!
BROXOPP. I said that the moment would come. It came. I said that I would seize it. (He shrugs his shoulders.)
NANCY. You were going to. Jack was too quick for you.
BROXOPP. No. I was afraid.... I’m getting old.... I talk and I talk, and then when the moment comes—(Sadly) The Great Chillingham!
NANCY. You wanted to think it over—of course you did.
BROXOPP. Was there ever a Great Broxopp? Or was it just a fluke, Nancy, twenty-five years ago?
NANCY. No, no!
BROXOPP. Then why——?
NANCY (with a sigh). It was twenty-five years ago.