(_Moves
up_ R.)
HOBSON. I don't see how you make it out.
MAGGIE. Their wedding-day is not so far off as you thought, now
there's the half of five hundred pounds apiece for them to make a
start on.
(ALBERT _and_ ALICE, FRED _and_ VICKEY _stand arm in
arm_, L.) HOBSON. You mean to tell me--
MAGGIE. You won't forget you've passed your word, will you
father?
HOBSON (_rising_). I've been diddled. (_Moves_ C.) It's
a plant. It--
MAGGIE. It takes two daughters off your hands at once, and clears
your shop of all the fools of women that used to lumber up the
place.
ALICE. It will be much easier for you without us in your way,
father.
HOBSON. Aye, and you can keep out of my way and all. Do you hear
that, all of you?
VICKEY. Father...!
HOBSON (_picking up his hat_). I'll run that shop with men
and--and I'll show Salford how it should be run. Don't you
imagine there'll be room for you when you come home crying and
tired of your fine husbands. I'm rid of ye, and it's a lasting
riddance, mind. I'll pay this money, that you've robbed me of,
and that's the end of it. All of you. You, especially, Maggie.
I'm not blind yet, and I can see who 'tis I've got to thank for
this. (_He goes to foot of stairs_.)
MAGGIE.
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