PAUL. Zack can go with you now to see the vicar, Joe.
WRIGLEY. Eh?
MRS. MUNNING. What?
ZACK. Paul!
MRS. MUNNING. Paul, are you mad?
ZACK. But I don't want to marry her. I don't indeed.
PAUL. You've made your bed and you'll lie on it. I'll stir no hand to save you.
MRS. MUNNING. But, Paul——
PAUL. I've got my reasons, mother, and they're sound.
ZACK. There's no great hurry, is there, Paul?