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MISS JOHNS (very nervous). Mr.Broxopp, I don’t know how to tell you. I didn’t really come to interview you at all to-day.

BROXOPP (staggered). But your card——

MISS JOHNS. Oh, I am on the Press, and please, Mr.Broxopp, I shall certainly write an article—perhaps two articles—about what you’ve told me, and I do live in the house where you used to live, and I was so interested in you, but—— (She hesitates.)

BROXOPP (mollified by the two articles). Well?

MISS JOHNS (making another effort). You see, I used to live with my brother in the country. And he has a small farm. And then I came to London. And he has invented a chicken food and it is so good, and I told him I’d ask you if—— You see, I felt that I knew you because of where I lived—I wondered—(Taking the plunge) Mr.Broxopp, did you ever think of doing anything besides Broxopp’s Beans?

BROXOPP (nodding to himself). You wondered if I’d take up this food? Put it on the market? Boom it?

MISS JOHNS. Oh yes!

(He thinks it over and then shakes his head slowly.)