Wrigley (_by door_). Come on. Zack. Yes, Joe. Oh, what a birthday! (_Wrigley and Zack go out._) CURTAIN. ACT III _The parlour as Act I. The time is seven o'clock on a sunny evening three weeks later. The stage is empty. Then Martha opens a door, looks in, enters, comes c., hesitates and sits. She is dressed in her best and looks like a country servant girl on a Sunday evening. She carries a small handbag. Sally enters from house._ Sally (_crossing and pulling up short on seeing Martha_). Well, I never did see the like of you, Martha Wrigley. Strolling in and sitting you down as if you owned the place. Martha. Are you speaking to me? Sally. I'm not addressing my remarks to the table. Martha (_with great hauteur_). I believe I'm speaking to Mrs. Munning's kitchen-maid. Sally. Kitchen-maid! I'm a lady-help. And you couldn't get a job at cleaning steps yourself. Martha. I want some of your impudence, my girl. Sally. Impudence! From me to you! I've known when you came begging a slice of bread from my lunch when we were at school, and---- Martha. Times change, don't they, Sally? I'm sitting in the parlour now, and your place is in the kitchen. You'll keep it, too. Sally. You know very well I'm only obliging Mrs. Munning temporarily. Martha. I know you're idling your time in here and if you don't want me to show you up to Mrs. Munning for a dawdling slouch, you'll keep the sweet side of me. Sally. You do think you're some one because you're going to marry Zack. It might be Mr. Paul the fuss you make. Martha (_rising_). It's a pity that folk can't control themselves. Sally. If that's meant for me, let me tell you I never lost control of myself in my life. Martha. If the cap fits you can put it on. Sally. You'll please to tell me what you mean by that, Martha Wrigley. Martha. Everybody knows you'd hopes of Zack yourself. You're only showing your jealousy. Sally. Me jealous of you! You'll take that back. Do you hear? You'll take that back. Martha. Not me. It's a well-known fact. Sally. Who says? Martha. I say. Sally. Then I call you a liar. You're a liar, and a mean, spiteful spitting cat, and---- (_Martha gives back before her. Zack enters._) Martha. Zack! Zack. Hullo, Martha. I just came in here for a bit of a sit-down. I favour a spell of peace and quiet at the close of the day. (_He just touches Martha without affection in passing and sits._) Sally. And all day too. Martha. You hold your hush, Sally Teale. Am I to come in here to be insulted by your servant, Zack? Zack. Nay, I've got no servant that I ever heard of. Martha. Sally. Zack. Eh, Martha, Sally's a decent body. She'd never insult nobody. Martha. Are you going to take her side against me? Zack. I've not seen anything to take anybody's side about as yet. Sally. She says I'm jealous and she'll take it back. Martha. I won't. As true as true, you are. Sally. I'm not. Martha. You are. Sally. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.