JACK. Not by a Blackton lad. I've learnt the game you taught me, Mr. Whitworth, the straight, clean Blackton game. I'll not forget my school even at the bidding of the head. I'm not anxious to be suspended for dishonest play.
AUSTIN. Only incompetents get suspended. You needn't fear. You're skilful.
JACK. Not at roguery.
EDMUND. You're talking straight, Mr. Metherell.
JACK. Yes. It's you that's talking crooked.
(Enter Elsie.)
ELSIE. May I come in now?
AUSTIN. No. We're busy.
ELSIE. Thank you. (Closing door.) You don't get rid of me twice with that dear old business bogey. I expect Jack's made an awful mess of it. Has he told you about us, father?
AUSTIN. No. Yes. Go away. We're talking seriously.