EDMUND. I think your sense of proportion went astray.
AUSTIN. All my money's in it. I don't care for myself. I had value for it all the day four years ago when Blackton won the Cup at the Crystal Palace, but it's been a steady decline ever since. What troubles me is, it's so rough on the children.
EDMUND. Have you told them?
AUSTIN. What's the use? Leo's got no head for business and the girls are—girls.
EDMUND. Yes. Tell me, what are you doing with Leo?
AUSTIN. Doing? Well, Leo's is a decorative personality, and he has a lung, poor lad. Leo's not made for wear.
EDMUND. Rubbish! If he's made you feel that, he's a clever scamp, with a taste for laziness and a gift for deception.
AUSTIN. Well, I do feel about Leo like a barndoor fowl that has hatched out a peacock.
EDMUND. Peacock! Yes, for vanity. A little work would do the feathers no harm.
AUSTIN. I can't be hard on a boy with his trouble.