(_Starts writing_.)
HOBSON. Much use your forbidding is. I've had my liquor for as
long as I remember, and I'll have it to the end. If I'm to be
beaten by beer I'll die fighting, and I'm none practising
unnatural teetotalism for the sake of lengthening out my
unalcoholic days. Life's got to be worth living before I'll live
it.
DOCTOR (_rising and taking hat again_). If that's the way
you talk, my services are of no use to you. (_Moves down_
L.)
HOBSON. They're not. I'll pay you on the nail for this.
(_Rising and sorting money from pocket_.)
DOCTOR. I congratulate you on the impulse, Mr. Hobson.
HOBSON. Nay, it's a fair deal, doctor. I've had value. You've
been a tonic to me. When I got up I never thought to see the
"Moonraker's" again, but I'm ready for my early morning draught
this minute. (_Holds out money_.)
DOCTOR (_putting hat down, moving to_ HOBSON _and talking
earnestly_). Man, will ye no be warned? Ye pig-headed animal,
alcohol is poison to ye, deadly, virulent with a system in the
state yours is.
HOBSON. You're getting warm about it. Will you take your fee?
(_Holding out money_.)
DOCTOR. Yes. When I've earned it. Put it in your pocket, Mr.
Hobson. I hae na finished with ye yet.
HOBSON.
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