ELSIE (nestling up to him). Yes, father, as pals.
AUSTIN. As goose to goose, it's not the thing. Now, frankly, is Jack Metherell up to our weight?
ELSIE. He's above it.
AUSTIN. Above it?
ELSIE. Certainly. The condescension's his. He's a better footballer than ever you were, and you were no fool at football.
AUSTIN. Football isn't everything, Elsie!
ELSIE. Well, you play a decent hand at Bridge, but that's not much. Your golf's rotten. What else do you do well?
AUSTIN (pushing her aside, and rising). Really, Elsie!
ELSIE (still on the arm). Don't say "really." Tell me.
AUSTIN. I hope I'm fairly good at being a gentleman.