NANCY (with a sigh). No, not now.
BROXOPP. And how did you leave Emily?
NANCY. Oh, she was very well. She sent her love to you.
BROXOPP. That’s good. And did you bring me an evening paper?
NANCY (smiling). Of course I did. (She takes it out of her bag) Knowing what a baby you are.
BROXOPP (apologetically). There’s something about [62]an evening paper—— You know, Nancy, I think I miss my evening paper more than anything. (He opens it) So much more happens in an evening paper. Of course, this is an early edition.... And so Emily was well, was she? That’s good.
NANCY. They’d had rather a fright about their money. There was a Building Society—I forget its name—all the advertisements said it was a wonderful investment——
BROXOPP. They didn’t put their money into it?
NANCY. They were just going to when——
BROXOPP. That’s all right. Because here you are—in the Stop Press News. (Reading) “Great City Failure. Collapse of Excelsior Building Society.” Was that the one?