He won't.
ALICE. He's beyond his time already.
MAGGIE. I know. You must have worried father very badly since I
went, Alice. (_Goes to_ ALICE, L.)
ALICE. Why?
MAGGIE. Tell them, Mr. Beenstock.
FREDDY. Well, the fact is, Mr. Hobson won't come because he's at
our place just now.
VICKEY. At your corn warehouse? What's father doing there?
FREDDY. He's--he's sleeping, Vickey.
ALICE. Sleeping?
(WILLIE _sits on a chair in front of the counter_.)
FREDDY. You see, we've a cellar trap in our place that opens in
the pavement and your father--wasn't looking very carefully where
he was going and he fell into it.
VICKEY. Fell? Is father hurt? (_Up to_ FREDDY.)
FREDDY. He's snoring very loudly, but he isn't hurt. He fell soft
on some bags.
MAGGIE. Now you can go for Albert Prosser.
(FREDDY _moves to doors_. L.)
ALICE. Is that all we're to be told?
MAGGIE. It's all there is to tell till Freddy's seen his
solicitor.
FREDDY (_to_ VICKEY). I'll not be long.
MAGGIE. Don't. I've a job here for you when you get back.
(FREDDY _goes out_ L.)
ALICE. I don't know what you're aiming at, Maggie, but--
MAGGIE. The difference between us is that I do. I always did.
(_Goes_ L.)
VICKEY (_indicating_ WILLIE).
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