AUSTIN. You, my dear. And, as you said, Blackton are safe to win now.
(Wells, entering with Jack's clothes and boots, overhears Austin.)
WELLS. I'm not so sure of that, Mr. Whitworth. It's anybody's game. The score's one all.
AUSTIN (startled). Birchester have scored!
WELLS. Yes. Didn't you know? I'll look after Metherell. You're missing a good game.
ELSIE. Then you'd better go and watch it, Dr. Wells.
WELLS (slightly surprised). I will when I've helped Metherell to change.
JACK. I'm in no hurry. Don't put yourself about for me. Half time 'ull do.
WELLS. Well, it can't be far off that now. (Putting Jack's clothes over chair.) I should like to see something of this match. Is the arm painful?
JACK. It's sharpish.