Yes. I'm Mrs. Albert Prosser now.
WILLIE. So you are, to outsiders. And you'd be surprised the
number of people that call me Mr. Mossop now. We do get on in the
world, don't we? (ALICE _moves up stage_.)
VICKEY. Some folks get on too fast.
WILLIE. It's a matter of opinion. (_Coming_ C.) I know
Maggie and me gave both of you a big leg up when we arranged your
marriage portions, but I dunno that we're grudging you the sudden
lift you got.
(_Enter_ HOBSON _and_ MAGGIE.)
WILLIE. Good morning, father. I'm sorry to hear you're not so
well.
HOBSON. I'm a changed man, Will. (_He comes down and sits on
arm-chair_, R.)
WILLIE. There used to be room for improvement.
HOBSON. What! (_He starts up_.)
MAGGIE. Sit down, father.
WILLIE (_sitting_ R. _of table_). Aye. Don't let us be
too long about this. You've kept me waiting now a good while and
my time's valuable. I'm busy at my shop.
HOBSON. Is your shop more important than my life?
WILLIE. That's a bit like asking if a pound of tea weighs heavier
than a pound of lead. I'm worrited about your life because it
worrits Maggie, but I'm none worrited that bad I'll see my
business suffer for the sake of you.
HOBSON. This isn't what I've a right to expect from you, Will.
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