ELSIE. Then what is there to argue about? Men do love making a fuss about nothing and fancying themselves important. Come along, Jack. You're going to take me down to the ground.
EDMUND. Well, I'm——
ELSIE. Oh, dear no, Uncle. You're not.
(Elsie goes off with Jack. They reach door.)
CURTAIN.
ACT II
The office of Blackton Football Club is situated under a stand, the slope of which forms its roof, down to some eight feet from its floor. In the perpendicular side are the windows, overlooking the ground. Used as much for the entertainment of visitors as for office work, the room contains only a desk with revolving chair, and a sofa to indicate its titular purpose, and for the rest is a comfortably appointed club-room. On the walls are sporting prints and, by the desk, a file of posters, the uppermost advertising the day's match. A door gives access, and a second door leads to the ambulance-room.
(Hugh Martin, the Club Secretary, sits at the open desk. Austin enters.)