ALICE. You know why he comes.
MAGGIE. I know it's time he paid a rent for coming. A pair of
laces a day's not half enough. Coming here to make sheep's eyes
at you. I'm sick of the sight of him. (_Crosses in front of
counter to_ L.)
ALICE. It's all very well for an old maid like you to talk, but
if father won't have us go courting, where else can Albert meet
me except here when father's out?
MAGGIE. If he wants to marry you why doesn't he do it?
ALICE. Courting must come first.
MAGGIE. It needn't. (_She picks up a slipper on desk_ L.).
See that slipper with a fancy buckle on to make it pretty?
Courting's like that, my lass. All glitter and no use to nobody.
(_She replaces slipper and sits at her desk_.)
(HENRY HORATIO HOBSON _enters from the house. He is fifty-five,
successful, coarse, florid, and a parent of the period. His hat
is on. It is one of those felt hats which are half-way to tall
hats in shape. He has a heavy gold chain and masonic emblems on
it. His clothes are bought to wear_.)
HOBSON. Maggie, I'm just going out for a quarter of an hour.
(_Moves over to doors_ L.)
MAGGIE. Yes, father. Don't be late for dinner. There's liver.
HOBSON. It's an hour off dinner-time. (_Going_.)
MAGGIE.
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