EDMUND. They need to be. Austin, about Elsie.
AUSTIN. Yes?
EDMUND. And this footballer. You'll have to put your foot down.
AUSTIN. I don't flatter myself I shall have much to say in the matter.
EDMUND. Hang it, you're her father.
AUSTIN. You heard what she said.
EDMUND. To my blank astonishment, I did.
AUSTIN. Oh, I'm used to it.
EDMUND. Pull yourself together, Austin. You've drifted till your authority's flouted by your own children.
AUSTIN. You know, Edmund, that sort of talk was all right in our day, but my children belong to the new generation, and the new generation regards parental authority as a played-out superstition.