BROXOPP (with a shrug). Oh, well.... Now, I thought of a little house, Streatham way, as it might be. You’re in touch with everything—you get the papers—you have neighbours who don’t come and live with you, but drop in when you want them—you can get to London easily, and yet, at the same time—— Or Norwood, say.
NANCY. Norwood, yes.
BROXOPP. I daresay I should join the Borough Council. I’ve no doubt I could give them a few ideas——
NANCY. Of course you could.
[65]BROXOPP. I daresay it isn’t often they have an artist on the Borough Council. And then there would be a Norwood Literary and Debating Society, no doubt.
They might care about a lecture on modern methods of advertising, or something of the sort—a reading from Broxoppiana, maybe—one way and another there would be plenty to occupy us. What do you say, Nancy?
NANCY (thoughtfully). I think perhaps £800 a year would be safer.
BROXOPP. Well, we should want a couple of servants, I suppose. You could manage with a couple?
NANCY. Oh yes!
BROXOPP. Say £80 a year for the rent—with a bit of a garden—you’d like that, wouldn’t you?—rates, taxes, say another——