BROXOPP (sharply). Had it come off, you say?
TENTERDEN. Exactly. As you know, my dear Chillingham, one loses a little here and picks up a little there. In the end, one finds that one has picked up a good deal more than one has lost. If one knows the ropes, Mrs. Chillingham.
BROXOPP (fiercely). How much of my money have you lost?
TENTERDEN (gently). I think, Chillingham, that that [68]is hardly the way to put it. I am not (with a bow) an absconding solicitor.
NANCY. (To JIM) Dear one!
BROXOPP. I beg your pardon, Sir Roger. But I understood——
TENTERDEN (beautifully). My dear Chillingham, of course, of course. I will let you have a note of your investments this evening. Naturally you will wish to conduct your business yourself in the future, or to take other advice.
NANCY. Oh, but I’m sure Jim didn’t mean to suggest——
TENTERDEN (smiling). That I was a knave? No, hardly. But that I was a fool! Eh, Chillingham? Oh, I think so. I think so.
BROXOPP (very uncomfortably). Sir Roger—you see—of course I don’t——