MRS. MUNNING. Do you want her, Zack?
ZACK. I'd rather not say, mother. I wouldn't like to hurt her feelings.
PAUL. Do you want to marry her?
ZACK. I'd rather drown myself.
MARTHA. Oh!
ZACK (to her). There, there, Martha. I didn't mean to hurt you. There!
MRS. MUNNING. Keep your great hands to yourself, Zack, can't you?
ZACK. I've hurt her feelings, mother.
MRS. MUNNING. And I'll hurt yours if you don't do what I tell you sharp.
WRIGLEY. Come, Mrs. Munning. What's to do with a chap putting his arm round the girl he's going to marry?