Thomas. I'm not partial to port wine myself. I favour ale at all times and all occasions. Ale's a beverage. Wrigley. And Mr. Abbott's wedding isn't the point to-night. Thomas. It was a meller wedding and we want things meller always. Harry. That's it in a nutshell, Mr. Munning. Paul. I'm sure we make no differences, Mr. Shoebridge. Harry. Oh yes, you do. You may not know it, but you do. You have two sorts of catering, and our members want the best, or the Executive will pass a resolution advising all to patronize Wilson's of Norton. Mrs. Munning. I hope you won't do that, Mr. Shoebridge. Harry. Well, if you want to keep our connection, you'll have to do the thing our way. Paul. But you don't tell us what your way is. What is it we do wrong? Harry. I'm coming to it, lad. I'm going to touch the spot. From what we hear, your Zack's a-wedding Martha Wrigley. Paul. Yes? Harry. Well, I've nowt against it. Martha's doing unexpected well, but if Zack's satisfied I'm sure I am. But Joe Wrigley tells me that it doesn't stop at that, and being her father he ought to know. You want to emigrate them off to Canada. Now where's the sense in that? Paul. It seems best to us. Thomas. Well, I think it's rotten. Paul. You must allow us to be judges. Mrs. Munning. I think that's our business and nobody else's. Wrigley (_pushing back chair and rising_). Come on, let's be getting over to Wilson's and making our arrangements with him. Thomas (_rising_). Yes, that's the only thing if they're going to talk that road. Paul. But I do wish you'd explain. What has Zack's going to Canada to do with it? Harry. You want a lot of telling. You have two sorts of jollifications here. Jollifications with Zack Munning and jollifications without. We want them _with_. Mrs. Munning. With Zack? Harry. He's the difference I've been telling you about. Mrs. Munning. Zack is! He never does anything. Harry. He does enough. I know what you mean. He's a bit of a fool at doing most things is Zack, but he's got a gift for jollifications. I couldn't point to where it is myself. Zack's just to come and moon about and drop a word into an ear there and take a woman's arm here and the thing's done. You might call it a knack he has. Thomas. He mellers things. That's where it is. It's like this, Mrs. Munning. You can eat cheese without supping ale to it, but you don't get satisfaction. And Paul can run a wedding without Zack being there, but it's not hearty--not what I'd call a jollification. It's stiff and hard. No feeling in it. No mellerness. Harry. Zack's got a way with him. He's an artist. If the talk's going flat, or anybody recalls a subject that's not fit to be recalled at a wedding--an old quarrel or such like,--what does Zack do but break a plate? and smiles that smile of his, and all's well in a moment. Mrs. Munning. Well, this is a revelation to me. I don't know what to say. Paul. I do. He'll go to Canada. Wrigley. Is that your last word?