LEO. It's madness. Look here, I believe you. So does Elsie.
FLORENCE. And I.
LEO. We all do, except father, and I assure you he's subject to hallucinations. Thinks he can play the piano. Thinks my poetry's bad. Thinks you're a rotter. All sorts of delusions.
JACK (stubbornly). Birchester must win. I'm going on that field to show them all what football is.
(As he speaks Wells and Edmund enter.)
WELLS (with calm authority). I think not, Metherell.
JACK. Out of my way, Doctor.
WELLS. I forbid it.
JACK. Much I care for your forbidding.
WELLS. One moment, Metherell. The play is extraordinarily rough. It's Blackton's game to lame their opponents.