Mrs. Munning. No. We'll talk this over, Paul. Paul. It's gone too far for talking now. I've bought their tickets. Wrigley. They'll do to light a fire with. Mrs. Munning. We'll let you have your answer later, Mr. Shoebridge. Harry (_by door_). All right, Mrs. Munning. You're wise enough to know a hasty temper doesn't pay in business. I could give a good guess at your answer. Wrigley. I'm not fond of guessing myself, so I'll stay here to get it. I'm concerned twice over. As a member of the Executive and as father of the bride to be. Thomas. We'll leave it to you, Joe. Wrigley. I reckon you can. Harry. Good evening, Mrs. Munning. Mrs. Munning. Good evening to you. (_Exeunt Thomas and Harry._) Mrs. Munning. I suppose we can put this down to you, Joe Wrigley. Wrigley. You might be farther out. Paul. You'd nothing to say against emigrating them when I mentioned it. Wrigley. No, but I thought a lot. I'd a father's feelings, and they went too deep for words. Mrs. Munning. What have you done this for, Joe? Wrigley. Two reasons, and I don't know which is bigger of the two. Zack's worth good money here. If I'd a mind to ruin your trade I'd let him go, and make you find out what you've missed. But that's not Joseph Wrigley's way. I kill no geese that lay me golden eggs. And reason number two. Aye, and this weighs heaviest. I want the pleasure of knowing they're living in the village here and the satisfaction of watching your face look sour and sourer for the sight of them. I'll teach you something for sacking me. (_Virginia enters, during this speech._) Paul. Will you, Joe? You've given me two reasons why you think you will. I'll give you two why you won't. Wrigley. You will? Mrs. Munning. Be careful, Paul. (_She puts hand on his arm._) Paul (_shaking her off_). The first's Zack isn't married yet to Martha and the second is he isn't going to be. Their engagement's served my purpose. Virginia. What was your purpose, Paul? Paul. Oh! I didn't see you, Jenny. Wrigley. Never mind her. You're speaking to me. Zack shall marry Martha or I'll make your name a stink in Little Hutton. Paul. Get out. Wrigley. You'll eat a lot of dirt for this, Paul Munning. Banns called and wedding fixed and people asked. (_By door, then turns_). Is Zack to marry Martha? Paul. He's not. Wrigley. Then the band is going to play and, by George, I'll make you dance to it. (_Exit Wrigley._) Virginia (_quietly_). You must tell me what this is, Paul. Paul. It's Joe Wrigley making a mistake. Thinks he can bounce me, does he? Mrs. Munning. You'd better be careful, Paul. Joe Wrigley's one thing when he's one of our men, but he's another now he's got on that committee. Paul. I'd like to wring his neck. The cunning swine. Mrs. Munning. Zack's not to go to Canada. Paul. All right. He's not. I'll go to Bollington tomorrow and get the money back on the tickets. But he shan't marry Martha either. I'll get even with Joe Wrigley there. Virginia. What does Zack say?