He'll say a lot, and he can say it. It'll make no
difference to me.
WILLIE. Much better not upset him. It's not worth while.
MAGGIE. I'm judge of that. You're going to wed me, Will.
WILLIE. Oh, nay, I'm not. Really I can't do that, Maggie. I can
see that I'm disturbing your arrangements like, but I'll be
obliged if you'll put this notion from you.
MAGGIE. When I make arrangements, my lad, they're not made for
upsetting.
WILLIE. What makes it so desperate awkward is that I'm tokened.
MAGGIE. You're what?
WILLIE. I'm tokened to Ada Figgins.
MAGGIE. Then you'll get loose and quick. Who's Ada Figgins? Do I
know her? (_Moves_ L. _and turns_.)
WILLIE. I'm the lodger at her mother's.
MAGGIE. The scheming hussy. It's not that sandy gill who brings
your dinner? (_Moves_ C.)
WILLIE. She's golden-haired is Ada. Aye, she'll be here soon.
MAGGIE. And so shall I. I'll talk to Ada. I've seen her and I
know the breed. Ada's the helpless sort. (_Turns_ L.)
WILLIE. She needs protecting.
MAGGIE. That's how she got you, was it? (_Turns_ C.) Yes, I
can see her clinging round your neck until you fancied you were
strong. But I'll tell you this, my lad, it's a desperate poor
kind of a woman that'll look for protection to the likes of you.
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