(Exit Jack.)
AUSTIN (rubbing his hands). Ah! Splendid. Edmund, I've brought you down from town for nothing. The match is ours.
EDMUND (drily). Then I can devote my undivided attention to the problem of my niece. But why's the match yours?
AUSTIN. Metherell is kind enough to give it us. An injured player is a nuisance to his side—no use and only in the way.
ELSIE. You don't know Jack.
AUSTIN. Oh yes, I do. You think he's a hero. I know he's a fool.
ELSIE. Then he's an honest fool, and——
AUSTIN. I haven't time to argue the point now. I want a word with the referee before the game recommences. (Going.)
ELSIE. So Jack was right. You did bribe the referee!
AUSTIN. Elsie, if you don't want us all to starve, you'll keep a tight hold of your tongue.