(BROXOPP and NANCY stand looking at each other.)
BROXOPP. Well, Nancy?
NANCY. Well, Jim?
BROXOPP (with a bitter laugh). Funny, isn’t it?
NANCY (smiling). Well, it is rather.
BROXOPP (with a groan). Funny! I said six hundred a year—you said eight hundred—and now we shall have tuppence.
NANCY. That’s what makes it rather funny.
BROXOPP. Sir Roger’s a fool, but I’m a worse one to have trusted him.
NANCY. There’ll be something left.
BROXOPP. And yet—I daresay I’d do it again. There were those Tenterdens and Jack. They wanted me [70]to give up things for them—my name, my home, my business. Well, I wasn’t going to give grudgingly. Let them have it all, I said. Let Sir Roger play the fool with my money, let Jack choose my house for me, let Iris fill it with her friends. It was their show this time. That’s the way I have to do things—the large way. It—it appeals to me somehow, Nancy. Well, you know me—you married that sort of man.