MAGGIE. I'm waiting, Doctor.
DOCTOR. I've a constitutional objection to seeing patients slip
through ma fingers when it's avoidable, Mrs. Mossop, and I'll do
ma best for your father, but ma medicine will na do him any good
without your medicine to back me up. He needs a tight hand on him
all the time.
MAGGIE. I've not same chance I had before I married.
DOCTOR. Ye'll have no chance at all unless ye come and live here.
I willna talk about the duty of a daughter because I doubt he's
acted badly by ye, but on the broad grounds of humanity, it's
saving life if ye'll come--
MAGGIE. I might.
DOCTOR. Nay, but will ye?
MAGGIE. You've told me what you think. The rest's my business.
(_Rises and goes_ L.)
HOBSON. That's right, Maggie. (_To_ DOCTOR.) That's what you
get for interfering with folks' private affairs. So now you can
go, with your tail between your legs, Doctor MacFarlane.
DOCTOR. On the contrary, I am going, Mr. Hobson, with the
profound conviction that I leave you in excellent hands. (R.
_of table_.) One prescription is on the table, Mrs. Mossop.
The other two are total abstinence and--you.
MAGGIE (_nodding amiably_). Good morning.
DOCTOR. Good morning.
(_Exit_ DOCTOR L. MAGGIE _picks up prescription and
follows to door_, L.
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