(They are both in the window bay. Barnes, the butler, shows in Jack Metherell. Jack is dark and handsome with traces of coarseness, tall and of strong appearance, clean-shaven, dressed rather cheaply hut not vulgarly. A modest fellow, unspoiled by popular acclaim and simple-minded though successful. He remains near the door, not seeing the girls. Florence restrains Elsie.)
BARNES. I will let Mr. Whitworth know you are here. Jack. Thank you.
(Barnes half closes door, then returns.)
BARNES. Mr. Metherell, I was thinking of having a little money on the team this afternoon. Can I take it from you that it's safe?
JACK. It depends which team you put it on.
BARNES. Why, the Rovers, of course.
JACK. Do you want to win your bet?
BARNES. I do that.
JACK. Then put it on Birchester.
BARNES. Really, Mr. Metherell?