TENTERDEN. My dear friend, by all means.
NANCY (preparing to go). Well, I must take off my things. And you can talk business together. But don’t keep him too long, Sir Roger, because I want him.
(TENTERDEN is moving politely to the door, but BROXOPP does not move.)
BROXOPP (with a smile). You’re my business partner, Nancy. I’ve no secrets from you. If you don’t mind, Sir Roger?
TENTERDEN. It is just as Mrs. Chillingham wishes.
NANCY. You can always tell me afterwards, Jim.
BROXOPP. Nonsense, we may want your help. (To TENTERDEN) I remember once putting a little money into a mine, which a friend had spoken well of. My wife was very much against it—do you remember, Nancy? She said that it would be much safer in the bank. Well, she was quite right.
NANCY (sitting down again). Of course I was. (With a smile of remembrance) But do you remember what fun we had watching the papers to see whether it went up or down?
BROXOPP. Yes ... it went down.
TENTERDEN. Ah, what mine was that?