AUSTIN. Then why have him at all?
ELSIE. It's a curable disease.
EDMUND. He reads Browning!
ELSIE. Yes, but you needn't worry about that. I shall make a modern of him all right.
EDMUND. Do you mean to tell me a footballer reads Browning?
ELSIE. He can't always be at football. Oh yes. And Plato, only not in the original.
EDMUND. Why, the man's a scholar.
ELSIE. Did you think he was illiterate?
EDMUND. I'm afraid I have underrated him. Still, that only proves him an estimable member of his class. It doesn't alter the fact that his class isn't yours.
ELSIE (hotly). Class! What do I care for class? Elemental passions sweep away class distinctions.