EDMUND. Then you won't give in to Elsie?
AUSTIN. I shall be loyal to my generation, Edmund. She will be loyal to hers,—and youth will fight for her.
EDMUND. That means you'll put up a protest for form's sake and give in gracefully when you think you've said enough to save your face.
AUSTIN. No. Not if I can help it.
EDMUND. Austin, you must help it. The thing's unthinkable. I'll help you to help it.
AUSTIN. I shall be glad of any assistance you can give me.
(Austin turns a little wistfully to window.)
EDMUND. You think I can't give much.
AUSTIN. Hullo! The game's stopped. I hadn't heard the whistle go.
EDMUND. I fancy I did a minute ago, without knowing its significance. What does it mean?