Zack. There's no great hurry, is there, Paul? Paul. If a thing's to be done, it's best done quick. We'll have the banns put up on Sunday. Wrigley. You're in a mighty haste. It's giving things a queerish twist to me. Paul. When I've to take a dose of physic, I don't play round because it's got a filthy taste. I get it down. Zack. But it's my physic, Paul. Paul. You'll do as you're told. Martha. I'm sure I'll try to make you a good wife, Zack. Zack. If it comes to the worst, I'll try and all. But we might both try and make a mess of it for all we tried. I'm against this, Martha, and it's no good wrapping up the truth. I don't favour it and I can't see sense in it at all. Paul. You've gone a bit too far to talk like that, my lad. Zack. I wouldn't say I'd gone at all, not knowingly, I mean. It's happened like, somehow, and I'll say this much or brast for it. It'll be the mistake of your life, Martha. I'm not cut out for a husband of yours. If ever you get wed---- Paul. She's wedding you. Zack. Well, I don't favour it. I've as good a right to my opinion as anybody else and I say it's not fair doing to Martha. Wrigley. Is Martha all you're thinking of? Zack. There's me as well, and I tell you what I told you down in Bealey's shop. I'm always one to take the short road out of trouble and I'm ready to oblige you. But I don't like it and the more I think about Martha the worse it looks to saddle her with me. Martha's the helpless sort and I'm the helpless sort and you don't make two soft people into strong by wedding them together. She'd try to lean on me and I'd try to lean on her and there'd be nothing there to lean on. It's like trying to make weak tea strong by watering the pot. Martha'll only wed with trouble when she weds a gormless chap like me, and I don't favour it. I see no sense in it at all, and it's no use saying I do, because I don't. Mrs. Munning. And I don't see the sense in doing things to please Joe Wrigley. Paul. I'm doing this to please myself, not him. What are you waiting for, Wrigley? You've got your answer. Wrigley. I dunno. Paul. Then don't wait. If you want to see Mr. Andrews, it's a good time to catch him now before his lunch. Wrigley. Come along. (_Wrigley and Martha move towards door._) Zack. Paul! You're going to have me called in church? Paul. It's the usual place. Zack. Me and Martha Wrigley! And everybody listening! Paul. Take him with you, Joe. Zack (_going slowly_). Well, I don't favour it at all. I'll do my best for Martha, but I'm a silly best for any girl. I've got no heart in this. (_Mrs. Munning goes up towards Zack. Paul stops her with a gesture. Exit Zack, after Wrigley and Martha._) Mrs. Munning (_turning angrily._) You're crossing me in this. I've not said much so far because there's time to stop it yet. Paul. You won't want to stop it, mother.