JACK. Yes. He's wrong.
ELSIE. Why should he think you did it intentionally? Jack (sullenly). Ask him.
ELSIE. He's just told me to ask you. Now stop being absurd, Jack, and tell me all about it.
JACK (reluctantly). I told him we wanted to be married—
(Elsie nods, smiling approval.)
—and he offered to strike a bargain. He wants Blackton to win, so I was to play a rotten game for Birchester.
ELSIE. And you couldn't do it.
JACK. No.
ELSIE (enthusiastically). No. You couldn't play badly if you tried, and so you broke your arm instead, for me. Jack, if I was proud of you before, I could worship you now. (Patting the sling.) Your arm, your poor, hurt arm, mangled for me. My hero, my lover and my king.
JACK (disgustedly). You think that too!