ELSIE. Oh, you're brave. But you shall come to no more harm. I'll see you home safely.
AUSTIN (sarcastically, indicating door of the ambulance-room). You'll find cotton wool in there.
ELSIE. What for?
AUSTIN. To wrap him up in.
ELSIE. Don't be spiteful, father.
AUSTIN. Good heavens, girl, a broken arm is nothing.
(Jack sits wearily.)
ELSIE. Except that the arm happens to be Jack's.
AUSTIN. The civilized world will gasp at the great event.
ELSIE. The athletic world certainly will. It's all very well for you to joke. Your arm's not hurt. It's all a gain to you. If Blackton don't win with only ten men against them, they deserve shooting. This accident means a lot.