JACK. I've to satisfy my conscience, Elsie.
ELSIE. The poor thing needs a lot of nourishment.
(Enter Austin and Edmund.)
Don't stint it.
AUSTIN. Good morning, Metherell. Elsie, we've to talk business.
ELSIE. Mayn't I stay? Men are so funny when they're serious.
AUSTIN (holding door). You would find no entertainment this time.
ELSIE (passing him). That's all you know about it.
(Exit Elsie.)
AUSTIN. Sit down, Metherell. Oh, this is my brother, Mr. Edmund Whitworth.