PAUL. You're not convinced that Zack's a fool.
VIRGINIA. I have your word now, Paul. But that doesn't quite mean that I—I—
PAUL. That you love me.
VIRGINIA. It doesn't follow, does it, Paul?
PAUL. I hoped it might.
VIRGINIA. Some day, when I'm used to knowing that it's you who've done the little things that made me happy here, it might come, Paul. I cannot say just yet.
(The door c. is burst open violently and Joe Wrigley stands in the doorway. Behind him, both very reluctant, are Zack and Martha. Joe is a big man, with his left arm in a sling. He is strong in body and purpose, and has a useful gift of sly humour. He can dominate, and in the ensuing scene, he does. He advances. Zack closes the door, and he and Martha try to look effaced in the background.)
WRIGLEY. Good morning.
PAUL. Wrigley!
WRIGLEY. That's me.