ELSIE (scornfully). Compromising!
EDMUND. If you insist on going, I shall come with you.
ELSIE. You will look funny in Elizabeth Street.
EDMUND. I prefer to look ridiculous than that you should look indiscreet.
LEO (at window, crossing). There's the whistle. Come along, Flo.
FLORENCE. Yes. They're playing.
(Exeunt Florence and Leo.)
ELSIE. You mean to come?
EDMUND. I don't mean you to go alone.
ELSIE. I wish you were in London, uncle. Your intentions are so good.