WILLIE. You try to sell it, and you'd learn. Stock and goodwill
'ud fetch about two hundred. (_Goes_ C.)
VICKEY. Don't talk so foolish, Will. Two hundred for a business
like father's!
WILLIE. Two hundred as it is. Not as it was in our time, Vickey.
ALICE. Do you mean to tell me father isn't rich?
WILLIE. If you'd not married into the law you'd know what they
think of your father to-day in trading circles. Vickey ought to
know. Her husband's in trade.
VICKEY (_indignantly_). My Fred in trade!
WILLIE. Isn't he?
VICKEY. He's in the wholesale. That's business, not trade. And
the value of father's shop is no affair of yours, Will Mossop.
(_Moves_ L.)
WILLIE. Now I thought maybe it was. If Maggie and me are coming
here--
VICKEY. You're coming to look after father.
WILLIE. Maggie can do that with one hand tied behind her back.
I'll look after the business.
ALICE. You'll do what's arranged for you.
WILLIE. I'll do the arranging, Alice. If we come here, we come
here on my terms.
VICKEY. They'll be fair terms.
WILLIE. I'll see they're fair to me and Maggie. (_Goes_ R.)
ALICE. Will Mossop, do you know who you're talking to?
WILLIE (_turning_). Aye. My wife's young sisters. Times have
changed a bit since you used to order me about this shop, haven't
they, Alice?
ALICE.
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