JACK (hurt). Elsie, don't you believe me?
ELSIE. It's so beastly to have to. I thought you were a perfect player, and you have an accident; and I thought you were a perfect lover, and you've been afraid to prove your love.
JACK (stirred up). Elsie, there are twenty thousand folk about this ground to-day and some of them have come to see the match, but more to see me play an honest game. They're just a football crowd, but there isn't a man upon this ground to-day but knows Jack Metherell is straight. It's left for you to say I ought to be a crook. You're great at golf and hockey. Is that the way you play the game?
ELSIE. Forgive me, Jack. I did want things to be right for us.
JACK. At any price?
ELSIE. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking of the game. I only thought of you.
JACK. I know. But I want things to be right and rightly right.
ELSIE (smiling). And now they are.
JACK (puzzled). Your father——
ELSIE. We've only to let him go on thinking you did it on purpose.