Austin. Not to a second division team. They'll drink a pint or two less during the week and travel on Saturdays to the nearest first division match. Edmund. So much for their loyalty. Austin. They don't want loyalty. They want first class football, and if I can't give it them, they'll go where they can get it. As it is, the Club's on the brink of bankruptcy, and I'm the Club. Edmund. Then your men had better win to-day. Austin. They must. Edmund. And if--supposing they don't? Austin. That's why I brought you here. To look into things. I can't face ruin myself. Edmund. Ruin? It's as bad as that? Austin. Oh, I daresay you're thinking me a fool. Edmund. I think your sense of proportion went astray. Austin. All my money's in it. I don't care for myself. I had value for it all the day four years ago when Blackton won the Cup at the Crystal Palace, but it's been a steady decline ever since. What troubles me is, it's so rough on the children. Edmund. Have you told them? Austin. What's the use? Leo's got no head for business and the girls are--girls. Edmund. Yes. Tell me, what are you doing with Leo? Austin. Doing? Well, Leo's is a decorative personality, and he has a lung, poor lad. Leo's not made for wear. Edmund. Rubbish! If he's made you feel that, he's a clever scamp, with a taste for laziness and a gift for deception. Austin. Well, I do feel about Leo like a barndoor fowl that has hatched out a peacock. Edmund. Peacock! Yes, for vanity. A little work would do the feathers no harm. Austin. I can't be hard on a boy with his trouble. Edmund. I foresee a full week-end, Austin. And I thought I was coming down for a quiet time in the bosom of my family. Austin. Yes, we've been great family men, Edmund, you and I. Edmund (_hastily_). Well, we won't go into that again. Austin. Yes, we will. We quarrelled over Debussy. Come into the music-room and I'll play the thing over to you now. If you don't admit it's great, I'll---- Edmund. We've other matters to discuss, Austin. This isn't the time for music. Austin. Yes, it is. Music makes me forget. Some men take to drink. I go to the piano. (_Enter Florence and Elsie._) Elsie. Father, do you want any lunch? Austin (_looking at watch_). By Jove, yes. Time's getting on. I'll play that Debussy thing afterwards, Edmund. Coming, girls? Elsie. No, thank you, father. Neither Flo nor I feel we can sit down to table with you just yet. We've had ours. Austin. You've been quick about it. Where's Leo? Florence. Stuffing himself with cold beef. Men have no feelings. Edmund. Surely Leo must have a feeling of hunger. Elsie. It's indecent to be hungry after hearing of father's treachery to Blackton. Austin. Treachery! Florence. Some of my tears fell in the salad bowl, and I hope they'll poison you. Edmund. Be careful what you're saying, Florence. Is that the way to talk to your father? Florence. No. That's nothing to the way I ought to talk to him.