PAUL (off). Coming.
MRS. MUNNING. And you consoled her for a thing like that! Console! I'd use a stick and——
(Paul enters.)
PAUL. What is it, mother?
MRS. MUNNING. A nice upset, that's what it is. Joe Wrigley's gone and broke his arm when we wanted him tomorrow.
PAUL (savagely). The meddling fool! Disturbing our arrangements. How dare he break his arm?
MARTHA. Please, Mr. Paul, he didn't mean to. It was an accident.
PAUL. Accident! Didn't he know it was Mr. Abbott's wedding to-morrow?
MARTHA. Yes, sir.
PAUL. Then he shouldn't have an accident. You go and tell your father he's engaged by me to-morrow and if he doesn't come and do his job, he'll get no more work from us. You understand?