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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. 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.
WILLIE. You've no _right_ to expect I care whether you sink or swim.
MAGGIE. Will!
WILLIE. What's to do? You told me to take a high hand, didn't you?
(MAGGIE _sits down_ R.)
ALICE. And we're to stay here and watch Maggie and Will abusing father when he's ill.
(_Positions now_: MAGGIE _sitting down_ R., HOBSON _sitting in armchair_, ALICE _standing behind and between them_, VICKEY _standing_ L. _of table_.)
WILLIE. No need for you to stay.
HOBSON. That's a true word, Will Mossop.
VICKEY. Father! You take his side against your flesh and blood.
HOBSON. That doesn't come too well from you, my girl. Neither of you would leave your homes to come to care for me. You're not for me, so you're against me.
ALICE. We're not against you, father. We want to stay and see that Will deals fairly by you.
HOBSON. Oh, I'm not capable of looking after myself, amn't I? I've to be protected by you girls lest I'm overreached, and overreached by whom? By Willie Mossop! I may be ailing, but I've fight enough left in me for a dozen such as him, and if you're thinking that the manhood's gone from me, you can go and think it somewhere else than in my house.
VICKEY. But father--dear father--
HOBSON. I'm not so dear to you if you'd to think twice about coming here to do for me, let alone jibbing at it the way you did. A proper daughter would have jumped--aye, skipped like a calf by the cedars of Lebanon--at the thought of being helpful to her father.
ALICE. Did Maggie skip?
HOBSON. She's a bit ancient for skipping exercise, is Maggie; but she's coming round to reconcilement with the thought of living here, and that is more than you are doing, Alice, isn't it? Eh? Are you willing to come?
ALICE (_sullenly_). No.
HOBSON. Or you, Vickey?
VICKEY. It's my child, father. I--