(She kisses him. Mrs. Munning enters.)
MRS. MUNNING (grimly sarcastic). Oh? When's the wedding, Zack?
ZACK (humouring her). Oh, I dunno. In about a month, eh, Martha?
MRS. MUNNING. You're fool enough for anything.
ZACK (seriously). I was only consoling her a bit.
MRS. MUNNING. If you want to console young women with your arm around their waists, my lad, you'll not be long for this house. You've enough bad habits now without beginning new ones.
ZACK. Martha was a bit upset, mother.
MRS. MUNNING. It 'ud be a bad case that called for you to set it right. What is it, Martha?
MARTHA. Father's broke his arm and he can't wait tomorrow, and I've brought his clothes, and, please Mrs. Munning, he's very sorry.
MRS. MUNNING. Sorry! Here! Paul! Paul! (Opens door.) Paul!