ZACK. It 'ud better not, neither. Gives you a nasty sinking feel towards tea-time to go without your dinner. Well, how are you, Miss Virginia? I'm pleased to meet you.
(Till now Virginia has stood slightly embarrassed and amused. He comes forward now, and Virginia puts out her hand.)
MRS. MUNNING. You'll wash your hand before you touch Jenny's.
ZACK. Maybe I ought. I'm not so frequent at the soap as I might be.
VIRGINIA. I think we'll shake hands as you are.
ZACK. Will you? That's hearty.
(They shake hands. Virginia sits, Zack is about to.)
But——- Oh, Lord!
VIRGINIA. What is it?
ZACK (fingering his coat). I'm not dressed up for a parlour tea. I—— Eh?