EDMUND. Couldn't you make it convenient to be in particularly bad form to-day? After your long journey to and from Birchester yesterday, a tired feeling's only natural.
JACK. I'm feeling very fit. Do you know you're asking me to sell a match?
AUSTIN (firmly). Yes.
JACK. I couldn't square it with my conscience. I really couldn't, Mr. Whitworth. I know it means a lot to you, but I'm not that sort, and you ought to know it.
AUSTIN. Your conscience might be—salved.
JACK. Salved?
EDMUND. Yes. Just let us know how much you consider will cover all moral and intellectual damages, will you?
JACK (to Austin). I'm glad it wasn't you who spoke that word.
AUSTIN. I endorse it, Metherell. I told you last night how I stood. The loss of to-day's match may involve my ruin.
JACK. As bad as that? I'm sorry.