(_Sits_ L. _of him_.)
WILLIE. It's a bit awkward-like.
MAGGIE. And you don't help me any, lad. What's awkward about it?
WILLIE. You talking to me like this.
MAGGIE. I'll tell you something, Will. It's a poor sort of woman
who'll stay lazy when she sees her best chance slipping from her.
A Salford life's too near the bone to lose things through the
fear of speaking out.
WILLIE. I'm your best chance?
MAGGIE. You are that, Will.
WILLIE. Well, by gum! (_Rises_.) I never thought of this.
MAGGIE. Think of it now.
WILLIE. I am doing. Only the blow's a bit too sudden to think
very clear. I've a great respect for you, Miss Maggie. You're a
shapely body, and you're a masterpiece at selling in the shop,
but when it comes to marrying, I'm bound to tell you that I'm
none in love with you.
MAGGIE. Wait till you're asked. (_Rises_.) I want your hand
in mine and your word for it that you'll go through life with me
for the best we can get out of it.
WILLIE. We'd not get much without there's love between us, lass.
MAGGIE. I've got the love all right.
WILLIE. Well, I've not, and that's honest.
MAGGIE. We'll get along without.
WILLIE. You're desperate set on this. It's a puzzle to me all
ways. What 'ud your father say?
MAGGIE.
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