Not yet. But it is going to be.
HOBSON. What does he mean? (_Appealing to heaven_.)
WILLIE. It's no farther from Chapel Street to Saint Ann's Square
than it is from Oldfield Road to Chapel Street. I've done one
jump in a year and if I wait a bit I'll do the other. (HOBSON
_sits_ R. _of table_.) Maggie, I reckon your father could do
with a bit of fresh air after this. I dare say it's come
sudden to him. Suppose you walk with him to Albert Prosser's
office and get Albert to draw up the deed of partnership.
HOBSON (_looking pathetically first at_ MAGGIE, _then
at_ WILLIE, _rising obediently_). I'll go and get my hat.
(_Exit_ HOBSON R.)
WILLIE. He's crushed-like, Maggie. I'm afraid I bore on him too
hard. (_Going_ R. C.)
MAGGIE. You needn't be.
WILLIE. I said such things to him, and they sounded as if I meant
them, too.
MAGGIE. Didn't you?
WILLIE. Did I? Yes ... I suppose I did. That's just the worst ...
from me to him. You told me to be strong and use the power
that's come to me through you, but he's the old master, and--
MAGGIE. And you're the new.
WILLIE. Master of Hobson's! It's an outrageous big idea. Did I
sound confident, Maggie?
MAGGIE. You did all right.
WILLIE (_sits_ R. _of table_).
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