Virginia. Some day, when I'm used to knowing that it's you who've done the little things that made me happy here, it might come, Paul. I cannot say just yet. (_The door c. is burst open violently and Joe Wrigley stands in the doorway. Behind him, both very reluctant, are Zack and Martha. Joe is a big man, with his left arm in a sling. He is strong in body and purpose, and has a useful gift of sly humour. He can dominate, and in the ensuing scene, he does. He advances. Zack closes the door, and he and Martha try to look effaced in the background._) Wrigley. Good morning. Paul. Wrigley! Wrigley. That's me. Paul. Get out of this. There's nothing here for you. Wrigley. I beg to differ, Mr. Paul. We've things to settle here, have you and me. Paul. Well, you can't settle them now. I'm busy. Wrigley. I'm not, and so I'll wait your pleasure. Paul. I've finished with you, Wrigley. Wrigley. No, you haven't, Mr. Paul. You only think you have. Virginia. I'd better go, Paul. Paul. No. I'll get rid of him. Wrigley. When things are settled, you'll get rid of me. And not before. Paul. You're trespassing in here. I tell you to get out. Wrigley. You'll do yourself no good by quarrelling. It's him I've come about. Him and her. Your Zack and my Martha. Paul. Zack? What about him? Wrigley. They've got to be married. Paul. What! Virginia. Oh, how horrid! (_She turns away._) Zack (_following her_). No, no! Please, Virginia! It isn't true. Wrigley (_growling_). What isn't true? Zack. I mean you're twisting it. Wrigley. You're going to marry her. Zack. Yes. If you say so, but you make it sound so bad the way you're putting it. I mean, you'll make Virginia think that I---- Wrigley. And who cares what she thinks? Zack. I care, Mr. Wrigley, I do indeed. Wrigley. Oh! Then you're blacker than I took you for. Carrying on with two young women at once. Virginia. Upon my word! Wrigley. It's he that said he cared, miss. It wasn't me. Paul. Let's have this from the beginning, Wrigley. Wrigley. Beginning? I reckon this began when the Lord made him a male and her a female. Paul. Oh yes. That's very funny, but---- Wrigley. It's not. There's nothing funny in the ways of sex. They've been the worry of the world for ever since the world grew bigger than the Garden of Eden, and if you think they're funny, you've a lot to learn. Paul. Wrigley, do you know who you're speaking to? Wrigley. Aye. Brother of my future son-in-law. Makes you a kind of sideways son of mine yourself. Paul. We'll have this tale from Zack if you won't tell it straight. Wrigley. I'd rather; and I'll just be here to know he tells it straight. (_Wrigley sits._) Paul. Now, Zack. No. Wait a minute. Mother had best be in at this. (_Opening door._) Mother! Virginia. And I had better not. (_She follows to door._) Paul. Are you afraid to know the worst of him? (_Call-ing._) Mother! Mrs. Munning (_off_). I'm coming, Paul. Virginia. Oh, Zack, Zack, I am so disappointed in you.