PAUL. What!
VIRGINIA. Oh, how horrid! (She turns away.)
ZACK (following her). No, no! Please, Virginia! It isn't true.
WRIGLEY (growling). What isn't true?
ZACK. I mean you're twisting it.
WRIGLEY. You're going to marry her.
ZACK. Yes. If you say so, but you make it sound so bad the way you're putting it. I mean, you'll make Virginia think that I——
WRIGLEY. And who cares what she thinks?
ZACK. I care, Mr. Wrigley, I do indeed.
WRIGLEY. Oh! Then you're blacker than I took you for. Carrying on with two young women at once.