LEO. Oh, the fellow's popular. They all love Jack.
ELSIE. Popular. There isn't a woman in the town but would sell her soul to marry him.
EDMUND. This seems to be the old Pagan worship of the body.
LEO. The mob must have a hero. Prize-fighting's illegal and cricket's slow, so it's the footballer's turn to-day to be an idol.
ELSIE. Look here, you can judge for yourself this afternoon.
LEO. Are you coming to the match, uncle?
EDMUND. Yes. I'm curious to see it. I suppose you're not going?
LEO. Oh, I shall go.
EDMUND. Really? I had gathered that you don't like football.
LEO. I don't like funerals or weddings either, but they're all the sort of family function one goes to as a duty.