Virginia. Not you. Take another look at yourself if you're afraid about anything. Zack (_looking_). I'm pretty near good-looking enough to chance it. Dang it, I will chance it, and all--No. No. I'm not quite bold enough for that. Virginia (_holding glass in front of him_). Look again. Zack. Well, you can't eat me anyhow. Jenny, I've got a heap of love for you. I've loved you since the day I met you, and I've been the miserablest chap on earth because of what's been happening since. Things always do go wrong with me, and they've been going the wrongest road they could, but, by gum, there's just a chance to put them right this time, and I'll dash at it if I'm hanged for it. Jenny it's the most bowdacious thing to come from me to you, but I'm wrought up to point and I've got to speak or bust. Will you have me, lass? Virginia. Kiss me, Zack. Zack. But--but--do you mean to say you'll---- Virginia. You great baby. Zack (_embracing her_). Eh, I could hug you till you broke. Love? Love's the finest state of man. I'm--I'm---- No. There aren't words made for this. Its too tremendous big for words. Jenny, it's true? You're not--You're not just playing with me. Virginia. No. It's true. Oh, Zack! Zack. Jenny! (_Kiss._) CURTAIN. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Three Lancashire Plays: The Game; The Northerners; Zack, by Harold Brighouse