(Exit Sally.)
WRIGLEY. Good evening, Mrs. Munning. Come in, Thomas, Harry. You see, Mrs. Munning, you've been so amazing good to me lately over a bit of supper at nights that I thought I'd bring a friend or two this time to test the vittles.
MRS. MUNNING. You——
WRIGLEY. Ay, and you needn't tire your tongue with welcoming words. I can read your genial thoughts. And knowing you hadn't got it here, we brought our own ale with us. (Lifting jug.) It's a real drop of stimulant is this. Now sit down, Thomas. There you are, Harry. (Places chairs.) Well, now what shall it be? (Sits.) Seeing we're unexpected like, I think a bit of bread and cheese, eh Thomas?
THOMAS. It'll go sweetly with the ale.
WRIGLEY. So it will. Bread and cheese, Mrs. Munning. I'd not say "no" to biscuits myself.
PAUL (advancing). Joe Wrigley——
WRIGLEY. Eh, Paul, I didn't just notice you, but you're the man we want. We've really come on business, but we'll get on better when we're fortified with a bite and a sup. You know what Thomas and Harry are, don't you?
PAUL (surrendering). You'd better get the bread and cheese out, mother.
(Mrs. Munning goes reluctantly and opens door.)