BROXOPP. Well, you were born about the same time, but I’ve always had more control over the beans.
JACK (nervously). You know, I rather wonder sometimes, now that we’ve decided that I’m not going into the business, that you don’t chuck it yourself, and retire into the country. It’s worth a good bit, I should think, if you did want to sell it.
BROXOPP. Would you invest the money for me?
JACK (with a smile). Well, I own I had a bit of rotten luck last time, but I daresay I’d do it as well as you would.
BROXOPP. That’s not saying much. I don’t profess to watch the markets.
JACK. Neither do I, only young Archie happened to say that he’d heard from a man whose uncle knew a fellow who—— Well, it just didn’t come off, that’s all. But Sir Roger knows all about that sort of thing. He’d do it for you.
BROXOPP. Well, if I ever do want to sell it, I daresay I’ll consult Sir Roger, but that won’t be for a long time yet. (He gets up) Well——
JACK (jumping up hastily). No, look here, you mustn’t go yet. We’ve only just begun to talk. (Pushing him back into his chair) That’s right.
BROXOPP (good-humouredly). Is this a conspiracy to keep me away from the office, or what?
JACK (plunging at it). Dad, you see before you the happiest man in the world——