WELLS. Then you can leave it without regret.
JACK (indicating his costume). In these?
WELLS. I'll go round to the dressing-room and bring your clothes here if you'll trust me not to pick your pockets.
JACK. There's nothing to pick. I've more sense than to take money into a dressing-tent.
AUSTIN. Can't you trust the others, Metherell?
JACK (drily). Yes, so long as they're not tempted.
WELLS. I won't be long. (Exit.)
ELSIE (watching Wells resentfully till he goes). Did he hurt you much, Jack?
JACK. Not to speak of.
(Austin watches her scornfully.)