) MAGGIE. Tubby!
(_She stands by door_, TUBBY _just enters inside it_.)
Go round to Oldfield Road and ask my husband to come here and get
this made up at Hallow's on your way back.
TUBBY. Yes, Miss--Mrs. Mossop.
MAGGIE. Tell Mr. Mossop that I want him quick.
(TUBBY _nods and goes_. MAGGIE _goes_ R.)
HOBSON. Maggie, you know I can't be an abstainer. A man of my
habits. At my time of life.
MAGGIE. You can if I come here to make you.
HOBSON. Are you coming?
MAGGIE. I don't know yet. I haven't asked my husband.
HOBSON. You ask Will Mossop! Maggie, I'd better thoughts of you.
Making an excuse like that to me. If you want to come you'll come
so what Will Mossop says and well you know it.
MAGGIE. I don't want to come, father. I expect no holiday
existence here with you to keep in health. But if Will tells me
it's my duty I shall come. (_Sits_ R. _of table_.)
HOBSON. You know as well as I do asking Will's a matter of form.
MAGGIE. Matter of form! (_Rises and moves_ R.) My husband a
matter of form! He's the--
HOBSON. I dare say, but he is not the man that wears the breeches
at your house.
MAGGIE. My husband's my husband, father, so whatever else he is.
And my home's my home, and all and what you said of it now to
Doctor MacFarlane's a thing you'll pay for.
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