NANCY (proudly). So are you, Jim.
BROXOPP (shaking his head). The world is getting too quick for me. When I talk I like to finish what I have to say. I never seem to have a chance now.... But never mind about me. Tell me about yourself. How’s old London looking?
[60]NANCY (smiling). Just the same.... Where do you think I was yesterday?
BROXOPP (excitedly). Broxopp’s?
NANCY (shaking her head). No—but not far wrong. Bloomsbury way.
BROXOPP. Number 26?
NANCY. Yes! I happened to be that way, and I thought I’d go past the door, and there was a board up on the third floor, so I went in and asked to look over the rooms—pretended I was just married. There they were, just the same—and I did wish you had been with me.
BROXOPP (with a laugh). We’ve climbed a bit since those days.
NANCY. We always knew we should, didn’t we?
BROXOPP. And I began as an errand-boy at fourteen! Let Mr. Ronny Derwent beat that if he can!