HARRY. Zack's got a way with him. He's an artist. If the talk's going flat, or anybody recalls a subject that's not fit to be recalled at a wedding—an old quarrel or such like,—what does Zack do but break a plate? and smiles that smile of his, and all's well in a moment.
MRS. MUNNING. Well, this is a revelation to me. I don't know what to say.
PAUL. I do. He'll go to Canada.
WRIGLEY. Is that your last word?
MRS. MUNNING. No. We'll talk this over, Paul.
PAUL. It's gone too far for talking now. I've bought their tickets.
WRIGLEY. They'll do to light a fire with.
MRS. MUNNING. We'll let you have your answer later, Mr. Shoebridge.
HARRY (by door). All right, Mrs. Munning. You're wise enough to know a hasty temper doesn't pay in business. I could give a good guess at your answer.
WRIGLEY. I'm not fond of guessing myself, so I'll stay here to get it. I'm concerned twice over. As a member of the Executive and as father of the bride to be.