ELSIE. Think it! I know it. Don't pretend. It's too late now for modesty.
JACK. Modesty! Don't you see if I'd done that, forgotten my sportsmanship and sold a match for my private gain, I'd deserve to be kicked round the county?
ELSIE. No. I don't see it. You've hurt yourself for my sake, and that's enough to make of me the proudest woman in the land.
JACK. It's enough to prove me dishonest if it were true. Elsie (touching the arm). Isn't that true?
JACK. Don't I tell you that's an accident?
ELSIE. You've never had an accident before.
JACK. Not a serious one.
ELSIE. No. You're too great a master of the game. Accidents happen to the careless and incompetent.
JACK. Then I must be both. I fell and my arm twisted under me.
ELSIE. And you really didn't do it on purpose?