BROXOPP. Not frightened?
NANCY (coming closer). N—no, dear.
BROXOPP (valiantly). After all, what I have done, I can do!
NANCY (now much more bravely). Yes, dear.... (After a pause) It was funny my going into Number 26 this morning.
BROXOPP. What?
NANCY. The rooms at 26 are empty—our old rooms—I told you.
BROXOPP (eagerly). Go back to them?
NANCY. Well, there they are.
BROXOPP (dropping into a chair). Beginning again at fifty.... It will be a hard struggle.
NANCY. Yes, dear.