BROXOPP. Supposing he came to me and said, “The fact is, Brox”—I mean Chillingham—“the fact is, [64]Chillingham, things haven’t turned out quite as I expected, and—er—we have had losses.” I should say, “That’s all right, Sir Roger, I don’t blame you; you have done your best.” And even if it meant giving up the house, and——
NANCY. And the fishing, and the golf——
BROXOPP. Er—exactly. I shouldn’t reproach him.
NANCY. No, dear.
BROXOPP (drawing his chair still closer and speaking eagerly). Suppose we found that we only had £1000 a year left—I mean after we’d provided for Jack and Iris——
NANCY (surprised). A thousand?
BROXOPP. Well, six hundred. I’m only supposing. Six hundred. Enough for just a little house—well, where shall we say? I—I don’t think the country, do you?
NANCY. Well, of course, I do like the country, Jim, but——
BROXOPP. The worst of the country is that people will come and stay with you. One is never alone.
NANCY. Yes.... And you must have your evening paper.