It's no gift to a
married woman to come back to the home she's shut of. (_Moves
back_ R. C.)
HOBSON. Look here, Maggie, you're talking straight and I'll talk
straight and all. When I'm set I'm set. You're coming here. I
didn't want you when that doctor said it, but, by gum, I want you
now. It's been my daughters' hobby crossing me. Now you'll come
and look after me.
MAGGIE. All of us?
HOBSON. No. Not all of you. You're eldest.
MAGGIE. There's another man with claims on me.
HOBSON. I'll give him claims. Aren't I your father?
(ALICE _enters_ L. _She is rather elaborately dressed for
so early in the day, and languidly haughty_.)
MAGGIE. And I'm not your only daughter.
ALICE. You been here long, Maggie?
MAGGIE. A while.
ALICE (L.C.). Ah, well, a fashionable solicitor's wife doesn't
rise so early as the wife of a working cobbler. You'd be up when
Tubby came.
MAGGIE. A couple of hours earlier. (_Moves up_ R.)
ALICE (_going to_ HOBSON). You're looking all right, father.
You've quite a colour.
HOBSON. I'm very ill.
MAGGIE (_sitting_ R. _of table_). He's not so well, Alice.
The doctor says one of us must come and live here to look
after him.
ALICE. I live in the Crescent myself.
MAGGIE.
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