So that, if you stay more than an hour in the Moonraker's
Inn, you'll be late for it.
HOBSON. "Moonraker's?" Who said--? (_Turning_.)
VICKEY. If your dinner's ruined, it'll be your own fault.
HOBSON. Well, I'll be eternally--
ALICE. Don't swear, father.
HOBSON (_putting hat on counter_). No. I'll sit down
instead. (_He moves to_ R. C. _and sits in arm-chair_
R.
C. _facing them_.) Listen to me, you three. I've come to conclusions
about you. And I won't have it. Do you hear that? Interfering
with my goings out and comings in. The idea! I've a mind to take
measures with the lot of you.
MAGGIE. I expect Mr. Heeler's waiting for you in "Moonraker's,"
father.
HOBSON. He can go on waiting. At present, I'm addressing a few
remarks to the rebellious females of this house, and what I say
will be listened to and heeded. I've noticed it coming on ever
since your mother died. There's been a gradual increase of
uppishness towards me.
VICKEY. Father, you'd have more time to talk after we've closed
to-night. (_She is anxious to resume her reading_.)
HOBSON. I'm talking now, and you're listening. Providence has
decreed that you should lack a mother's hand at the time when
single girls grow bumptious and must have somebody to rule.
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