EDMUND. I foresee a full week-end, Austin. And I thought I was coming down for a quiet time in the bosom of my family.
AUSTIN. Yes, we've been great family men, Edmund, you and I.
EDMUND (hastily). Well, we won't go into that again.
AUSTIN. Yes, we will. We quarrelled over Debussy. Come into the music-room and I'll play the thing over to you now. If you don't admit it's great, I'll——
EDMUND. We've other matters to discuss, Austin. This isn't the time for music.
AUSTIN. Yes, it is. Music makes me forget. Some men take to drink. I go to the piano.
(Enter Florence and Elsie.)
ELSIE. Father, do you want any lunch?
AUSTIN (looking at watch). By Jove, yes. Time's getting on. I'll play that Debussy thing afterwards, Edmund. Coming, girls?
ELSIE. No, thank you, father. Neither Flo nor I feel we can sit down to table with you just yet. We've had ours.