(_Slight
movement back to him_.)
MAGGIE. That'll do.
ADA (_in almost a scream_). Will Mossop, I'm telling you,
you'll come home to-night to a thick ear.
(_She goes_.)
WILLIE (_rising_). I'd really rather wed Ada, Maggie, if
it's all same to you.
MAGGIE. Why? Because of her mother?
WILLIE. She's a terrible rough side to her tongue, has Mrs.
Figgins.
MAGGIE. Are you afraid of her?
WILLIE (_hesitates, then says_). Yes.
MAGGIE. You needn't be.
WILLIE. Yes, but you don't know her. She'll jaw me till I'm black
in the face when I go home to-night.
MAGGIE. You won't go home to-night.
WILLIE. Not go?
MAGGIE. You've done with lodging there. You'll go to Tubby
Wadlow's when you knock off work and Tubby'll go round to Mrs.
Figgins for your things.
WILLIE. And I'm not to go back there never no more?
MAGGIE. No.
WILLIE. It's like an 'appy dream. Eh, Maggie, you do manage
things.
(_He opens the trap_.)
MAGGIE. And while Tubby's there you can go round and see about
putting the banns up for us two.
WILLIE. Banns! Oh, but I'm hardly used to the idea yet. (_A
step down_.)
MAGGIE. You'll have three weeks to get used to it in. Now you can
kiss me, Will.
WILLIE. That's forcing things a bit, and all.
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