MRS. MUNNING. He's just about the same chance of marrying her as you have of coming back to work here, Joe.
WRIGLEY. I fancy both our chances then.
MRS. MUNNING. You'd lose your money.
WRIGLEY. I think not, Mrs. Munning. I've a notion that you'll weigh things up and come to seeing this my way. I've not come here to quarrel with my relations to be, but I'll just point out that Wilson's of Norton are getting business off you every day and you can't afford a scandal in your line of trade.
MRS. MUNNING. Be careful, Wrigley. Threats of that kind have a nasty name.
WRIGLEY. I'm not afraid of names. Come here, Martha. We've given them enough to think about.
MARTHA. Yes, father.
WRIGLEY. I'll look in later for your answer. (Opens door.)
PAUL. You needn't. You can have it now.
MRS. MUNNING. You can. I'll give it you. It's this, that——