And you wrote it, Maggie.
MAGGIE. I knew better than to trust to you. "Business suspended
for the day" it says, and they that can't read it can go on
knocking.
HOBSON (_off_ R. _upstairs, after another knock_). Are you
in, Maggie?
VICKEY (_terrified_). It's father!
(_General consternation_.)
ALBERT. Oh, Lord!
MAGGIE. What's the matter? Are you afraid of him?
FREDDY. Well, I think, all things considered, and seeing--
MAGGIE. All right. We'll consider 'em. You can go into the
bedroom, the lot of you.... No, not you, Willie. The rest. I'll
shout when I want you.
ALICE. When he's gone.
MAGGIE. It'll be before he's gone.
(MAGGIE _crosses to_ L. _with them_.)
VICKEY. But we don't want--
MAGGIE. Is this your house or mine?
VICKEY. It's your cellar.
MAGGIE. And I'm in charge of it.
(_The four go into bedroom_. VICKEY _starts to argue_. ALBERT
_opens the door_. VICKEY _and_ ALICE _go out followed by_
FREDDY _and_ ALBERT. VICKEY _is pushed inside_. WILL _is
going to stairs_.) You sit you still, and don't forget you're
gaffer here. I'll open door. (WILLIE _sits in chair above table_.
MAGGIE _goes upstairs and opens the door. Enter_ HOBSON _to
top stair_.)
HOBSON (_with some slight apology_).
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