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BROXOPP. You still want to be an artist?

JACK. Well, dash it, I’ve only just begun wanting. You’ve had twenty-five years of Broxopp’s Beans—and—and I suppose you still want to go on, don’t you?

BROXOPP (smiling). Well, that’s true. Where’s my hat?

JACK. I say, never mind about that beastly hat. You’ve got to stay at home this morning. I want to talk to you.

BROXOPP (looking up from his search). Hullo, boy, what’s the matter?

JACK. I say, do sit down—I keep losing sight of you. (BROXOPP sits down obediently.) That’s better.

BROXOPP. Well?

JACK (defensively). Well?

BROXOPP. What’s happened?

JACK. What do you mean—happened?

BROXOPP. Well, what is it you want to tell me?

JACK. I didn’t say I wanted to tell you anything. I just said, “Let’s have a talk.” I don’t see why a father and a son shouldn’t have a little talk together sometimes.

BROXOPP. Neither do I, Jack. Only I thought perhaps it wasn’t done. Bad form and all that.

JACK. Oh, rot!

BROXOPP. You see, I don’t want you to be ashamed of me.