AUSTIN. Probably an accident. Heaven help us if it's one of our men!
(Enter Wells and Jack, who is in green-and-white football costume, soiled on the left side, with his left arm in an emergency sling. Elsie follows.)
ELSIE (anxiously). Father, Jack's broken his arm. Wells. Nothing very serious, Mr. Whitworth. I think it's only a simple fracture.
ELSIE. Only!
WELLS (taking Jack across). Come along in here, Metherell. I'll have it set before you know where you are.
AUSTIN (impulsively). Metherell.
JACK (as Wells opens door). Accidents will happen, Mr. Whitworth.
(Exit Wells with him, closing door.)
ELSIE. Doctors are callous beasts. (She opens door rand goes out with determination after them.)
AUSTIN (scoffing). Accident!