ZACK. Oh, Jenny!
MRS. MUNNING. I'd think not, too, with you disgraced. Haven't you got a word of thanks for your razor?
ZACK. Yes. It's the best gift you could make me, Jenny.
VIRGINIA. And you promise me you'll use it, Zack?
ZACK. I'll use it right enough. I'll cut my throat with it.
MRS. MUNNING. Zack! He doesn't know what he's saying, Jenny.
ZACK. I do know, and I mean it, too. (Tearing at paper of the parcel.)
VIRGINIA (dryly). You'd have some trouble, Zack. It's a safety razor.
ZACK. You're all against me, all of you, and I don't care what happens to me.
VIRGINIA. Zack, listen to me. I'm not against you, though I'm very, very sorry for what you've done.