Virginia. Jenny, please, aunt. Mrs. Munning. Jenny! Virginia. Virginia's no name to live with. Mrs. Munning. Well, as you like. Why don't you sit? Virginia. I didn't pay the flyman. Mrs. Munning. As if we'd let you! It'll be a pleasure to Paul to see to that. You'll remember Paul? Virginia. Very vaguely. As a tiny boy. Mrs. Munning. He's a big man now. He'll be helping the flyman up with your boxes, only we don't hear them because this house is so extraordinarily well-built you can't hear sounds in it at all. It's a perfect refuge of peace. Just what you want to cure your nerves with quiet and---- (_Several loud bumps are heard above. Mrs. Munning looks disconcerted._) Virginia (_quickly_). I'm afraid my box is very heavy. Mrs. Munning (_recovering_). Oh, Paul won't mind. He's wonderfully strong. Will you have tea now or would you rather go to your room first? Sally shall show you. Virginia (_rising_). Thank you. Mrs. Munning (_speaking at Sally_). Our guest room is directly over here. (_Virginia nods and goes out._) Sally. That's your room, Mrs. Munning. Mrs. Munning. You keep that to yourself. (_Sally nods, and goes out after Virginia. Mrs. Munning fusses a moment at the tea tablet then suddenly thinking, goes to the window and opens it._) (_Calling softly_). Zack! Zack! Zack! (_Paul enters. He has changed to a brown suit of country cut._) Paul. What do you want Zack for? (_He speaks at her back._) Mrs. Munning (_turning violently_). Eh? Oh, it's you. Paul. Yes. What's to do? Mrs. Munning. I've had so much on hand with that Sally turning up so late that it slipped my mind about Zack. Paul. What about Zack? Mrs. Munning. I've forgotten to warn him. Paul. Warn? Mrs. Munning. About the catering, and Sally and so on. If we don't make it as plain to him as Monday's dinner he'll give us away in the inside of two minutes. You know what Zack is. Paul. I'd leave him alone. He's safer out of the way than in it. Mrs. Munning. That'll not do. He'll chose the best wrong time for turning up. Trust Zack for doing something awkward. Paul (_going l._). I'll have a look round. Mrs. Munning. As like as not the wastrel's sleeping somewhere. Paul. Or reading in a book. Mrs. Munning. I'll give him read. (_Enter Sally_). You've been a fine time showing Miss Cavender her room. (_Exit Paul._) Sally. I've been helping her undo her box, Mrs. Munning. Mrs. Munning. Trust you for prying, I suppose. Sally. I didn't look before she asked me. But when I did, I saw some sights. The ironing she'll make. Frills! They're the width of my hand and more. Mrs. Munning (_angrily_). Will you go into the kitchen and get those sandwiches cut? Sally. I'm going. (_She gets to door, then turns._) But I'll tell you this much, Mrs. Munning, that there'll be a row of eyes on washing day a-watching me hang Miss Cavender's underlinen on the line. This village hasn't seen such sights before.