EDMUND. Not a bit.
JACK. And Mr. Austin fancies he owes me something.
EDMUND. Oh?
AUSTIN. I have that bribery business badly on my mind.
EDMUND. What do you want, Metherell?
JACK. I'm a man with ambitions, sir, and I heard what you said about Mr. Leo. Would you give me my articles?
EDMUND. My friend, you're an excellent footballer, but you'd make a shocking lawyer with that delicate conscience of yours.
MRS. METHERELL. You'll go on living honestly, Jack.
JACK (submissively). Yes, mother.
MRS. METHERELL. And when you marry I'll choose you a decent hard-working girl who'll look after you properly, and not a butter-fingered lass who'll break your crockery and want waiting on hand and foot and——