JACK. But I didn't.
ELSIE (soothingly). I know. I know it was pure accident. But he doesn't.
JACK. He must be told.
ELSIE. I thought you wanted his consent to our marriage
JACK. I do.
ELSIE. Then let him think you've kept the bargain he proposed.
JACK. Let him think I'm dishonest?
ELSIE. What was he? What does it matter what he thinks if I know the truth?
JACK. He's got to know the truth. If he'd have me as a scoundrel for your husband, he should be glad to have me as an honest man. (Smiling sourly.) My arm's broke either way.
ELSIE. I don't care tuppence for his consent.