BROXOPP. Must. Got to work, Jack. (Looking at him mischievously) When are you going to begin?
JACK (airily). Oh, as soon as I’ve got the studio fixed up.
BROXOPP. You still want to be an artist?
JACK. Well, dash it, I’ve only just begun wanting. You’ve had twenty-five years of Broxopp’s Beans—and—and I suppose you still want to go on, don’t you?
BROXOPP (smiling). Well, that’s true. Where’s my hat?
JACK. I say, never mind about that beastly hat. You’ve got to stay at home this morning. I want to talk to you.
BROXOPP (looking up from his search). Hullo, boy, what’s the matter?
JACK. I say, do sit down—I keep losing sight of you. (BROXOPP sits down obediently.) That’s better.
BROXOPP. Well?
JACK (defensively). Well?