ALICE. I dare say. (_Upstairs_.)
(_The general exit is continuous, punctuated with laughter and
merry "Good nights!"_)
MAGGIE. Send us word when the day is.
ALBERT. We'll be glad to see you at the wedding.
MAGGIE. We'll come to that. You'll be too grand for us
afterwards.
ALBERT. Oh, no, Maggie.
MAGGIE. Well, happen we'll be catching up with you before so
long. We're only starting here. Good night.
ALBERT & ALICE Good night, Maggie.
(_They go out, closing door_. MAGGIE _turns to_ WILL,
_putting her hands on his shoulders. He starts_.)
MAGGIE. Now you've heard what I've said of you to-night. In
twenty years you're going to be thought more of than either of
your brothers-in-law.
WILLIE. I heard you say it, Maggie.
MAGGIE. And we're to make it good. I'm not a boaster, Will. And
it's to be in less than twenty years, and all.
WILLIE. Well, I dunno. They've a long start on us.
MAGGIE. And you've got me. Your slate's in the bedroom. Bring it
out. I'll have this table clear by the time you come back.
(_She moves round to_ R. _of table and hustles off the last
remains of the meal, putting the flowers on the mantel and takes
off cloth, placing it over the back of the chair_, R. WILL _goes
to bedroom and returns with a slate and slate pencil.
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