(VICKEY _would say "No" but--_)
FREDDY. It's very good of you, Miss Maggie, I must say. Your
father has turned very awkward.
MAGGIE. I reckon he'll change. Has your young man been in yet
this morning, Alice? (_Moves to desk_.)
(FREDDY _moves to_ VICKEY _and leaning across the counter
carries on a mild flirtation with her_.)
ALICE (_indignantly_). My young--
MAGGIE. Albert Prosser.
ALICE. No.
MAGGIE. Do you expect him?
ALICE. He's not been here so often since you and Willie Mossop
got--
MAGGIE (_sharply_). Since when?
ALICE. Since you made him buy that pair of boots he didn't want.
MAGGIE (_moving_ C.). I see. He didn't like paying for
taking his pleasure in our shop. Well, if he's not expected,
somebody must go for him. Prosser, Pilkington & Prosser,
Solicitors of Bexley Square. That's right, isn't it?
ALICE. Yes. Albert's "and Prosser."
MAGGIE (_moving up stage_ R.). Aye? Quite a big man in his
way. Then, will you go and fetch him, Mr. Beenstock? Tell him to
bring the paper with him.
VICKEY (_dropping down_ R., _indignantly_). You're ordering
folk about a bit.
MAGGIE. I'm used to it.
FREDDY. It's all right, Vickey.
ALICE. Is it? Suppose father comes in and finds Albert and Freddy
here?
MAGGIE.
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