WELLS (by desk). Pull yourself together with a dose of this. (Lifting whisky bottle.)
JACK. No, thanks. I'm a teetotaller.
(Austin is lighting a cigar.)
WELLS (authoritatively). And I'm a doctor, man.
JACK. That doesn't help my principles.
WELLS. Oh, all right. If you like to be stubborn. Are you coming, Mr. Whitworth? (Crossing to door.)
ELSIE. Yes. Do go, father. They'll be expecting to see you outside.
AUSTIN (grim). Yes—I'm going—to show them I can smile. Come along, Doctor.
(Exeunt Wells and Austin.)
ELSIE. Now, Jack. What's this all about?