HOBSON. What!
MAGGIE. It isn't.
HOBSON. One thousand pounds for tumbling down a cellar! Why, I
might have broken my leg. (_Moves away to_ R.)
ALBERT. That is in the nature of an admission, Mr. Hobson. Our
flour bags saved your legs from fracture and I am therefore
inclined to add to the sum I have stated a reasonable estimate of
the doctor's bill we have saved you by protecting your legs with
our bags. (_Turns towards_ FREDDY.)
(HOBSON _sits_ R.)
MAGGIE. Eh, Albert Prosser, I can see you're going to get on in
the world, but you needn't be greedy here. That one thousand's
too much. (_Comes_ C.)
ALBERT. We thought--
MAGGIE. Then you can think again.
FREDDY. But--
MAGGIE. If there are any more signs of greediness from you two,
there'll be a counter-action for personal damages due to your
criminal carelessness in leaving your cellar flap open.
HOBSON. (_rising_). Maggie, you've saved me. I'll bring that
action. I'll show them up.
MAGGIE. You're not damaged, and one lawyer's quite enough. But
he'll be more reasonable now. I know perfectly well what father
can afford to pay, and it's not a thousand pounds nor anything
like a thousand pounds.
HOBSON. Not so much of your can't afford, Maggie.
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