(Sally is about to reply, thinks better of it and goes out.)
ZACK. I'm the unluckiest chap alive, Virginia. I'd give the world to have you thinking well of me, and things fall out wrong road every time.
MRS. MUNNING. That'll do, Zack. Martha's waiting to speak to me. What is it, Martha?
MARTHA (opening her bag). This is what I came in for, Mrs. Munning. Your invitation to the wedding. Oh! (She drops some cards.)
MRS. MUNNING. Pick them up, Zack.
(Zack picks them up.)
MARTHA. I thought Zack and me might go round tonight delivering them.
(Zack, on his knee picking up cards, reverently kisses the hem of Virginia's skirt.)
MRS. MUNNING. Oh yes. (Sharply.) What are you doing, Zack?
ZACK (scrambling up). Picking up cards. (Giving them to Mrs. Munning.)