This 'ull give
a lot of satisfaction to a many I could name. Other people's
troubles is mostly what folks read the paper for, and I reckon
it's twice the pleasure to them when it's trouble of a man they
know themselves. (_He is perfectly simple and has no malicious
intention_.)
HOBSON. To hear you talk it sounds like a pleasure to you.
WILLIE (_sincerely_). Nay, it's not. You've ate my wedding
cake and you've shook my hand. We're friends, I hope, and I were
nobbut meditating like a friend. I always think it's best to look
on the worst side of things first, then whatever chances can't be
worse than you looked for. There's St. Philip's now. I don't
suppose you'll go on being vicar's warden after this to do, and
it brought you a powerful lot of customers from the church, did
that.
HOBSON (_turning to her_). I'm getting a lot of comfort from
your husband, Maggie.
MAGGIE. It's about what you deserve. (_Goes to him_.)
HOBSON. Have you got any more consolation for me, Will?
WILLIE (_aggrieved_). I only spoke what came into my mind.
HOBSON. Well, have you spoken it all?
WILLIE. I can keep my mouth shut if you'd rather.
HOBSON. Don't strain yourself, Will Mossop. When a man's mind is
full of thoughts like yours, they're better out than in.
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