Breakfast! With a Masons' meeting last night!
VICKEY. He'll need reviving.
ALICE. Then I wish he'd go and do it.
VICKEY. Are you expecting anyone, Alice?
ALICE. Yes, I am, and you know I am, and I'll thank you both to
go when he comes.
VICKEY. Well, I'll oblige you, Alice, if father's gone out first,
only you know I can't leave the counter till he goes.
(ALBERT PROSSER _enters from the street. He is twenty-six,
nicely dressed, as the son of an established solicitor would be.
He crosses to_ R. _and raises his hat to _ALICE.)
ALBERT. Good morning, Miss Alice.
ALICE. Good morning, Mr. Prosser. (_She leans across
counter_.) Father's not gone out yet. He's late.
ALBERT. Oh! (_He turns to go, and is half-way to door, when
MAGGIE rises_.)
MAGGIE (_coming_ C.). What can we do for you, Mr. Prosser?
ALBERT (_stopping_). Well, I can't say that I came in to buy
anything, Miss Hobson.
MAGGIE. This is a shop, you know. We're not here to let people go
out without buying.
ALBERT. Well, I'll just have a pair of bootlaces, please.
(_Moves slightly to_ R.)
MAGGIE. What size do you take in boots?
ALBERT. Eights. I've got small feet. (_He simpers, then
perceives that_ MAGGIE _is by no means smiling_.) Does
that matter to the laces?
MAGGIE (_putting mat in front of arm-chair_ R.
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