LEO. Oh? My pulse remains normal.
ELSIE. You've no more blood in you than a cauliflower. I'm tingling all over at the thought of being under the same roof with Metherell.
EDMUND. May I enquire who Mr. Metherell is?
ELSIE. Do you mean to say you've never heard of Metherell?
EDMUND. I apologise for being a Londoner.
ELSIE. That's no excuse. They can raise a decent crowd at Chelsea nowadays.
EDMUND. Indeed? I live at Sevenoaks.
ELSIE. You must have heard of Metherell.
EDMUND. No. Who is he?
LEO. Metherell is a professional footballer, uncle.