ELSIE. Oh, never mind him. Jack's clothes can follow. We'll take a taxi.
AUSTIN. But——
ELSIE. Come along, Jack.
(Exeunt Elsie and Jack.)
LEO. I say, father, it's a jolly rough game. This must be one of the referee's slack days or he'd pull Angus up sharp.
AUSTIN (genially). The score's two—one for Blackton, my boy.
FLORENCE. Blackton play against the wind next half.
AUSTIN (confidently). The match is all right. I've something else to talk about to you two. You saw Metherell and Elsie?
LEO (grinning). Yes. It's a case.
AUSTIN. What?