MAGGIE. I've had thirty years of the pleasure of living with
father, thanks. (_Going to chair_ R. _of table and
sitting_.)
ALICE. Do you mean to say you won't come?
MAGGIE. It isn't for me to say at all. It's for my husband.
VICKEY. Oh, do stop talking about your husband. If Alice and I
don't need to ask our husbands, I'm sure you never need ask
yours. Will Mossop hasn't the spirit of a louse and we know it as
well as you do. (_Crosses to fire-place_.)
MAGGIE. Maybe Will's come on since you saw him, Vickey. It's
getting a while ago. There he is now in the shop. I'll go and put
it to him.
(_Rises and exits_ MAGGIE L.)
VICKEY. Stop her! (_Going to door_.)
ALICE (_detaining her_). Let her do it in her own way. I'm
not coming back here.
VICKEY (R. _of_ ALICE). Nor me.
ALICE. There's only Maggie for it.
VICKEY. Yes. But we've got to be careful, Alice. She mustn't have
things too much her way.
ALICE. It's our way as well, isn't it?
VICKEY. Not coming is our way. But when she's with him alone and
we're not--(_Stopping_.)
ALICE. Yes.
VICKEY. Can't you see what I'm thinking, Alice? It is so
difficult to say. Suppose poor father gets worse and they are
here, Maggie and Will, and you and I--out of sight and out of
mind.
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