MAGGIE. When it comes to a parting, it's best to part sudden and no whimpering about it. ADA. I'm not whimpering, and I'm not parting, neither. But he'll whimper to-night when my mother sets about him. (_Slight movement back to him_.) MAGGIE. That'll do. ADA (_in almost a scream_). Will Mossop, I'm telling you, you'll come home to-night to a thick ear. (_She goes_.) WILLIE (_rising_). I'd really rather wed Ada, Maggie, if it's all same to you. MAGGIE. Why? Because of her mother? WILLIE. She's a terrible rough side to her tongue, has Mrs. Figgins. MAGGIE. Are you afraid of her? WILLIE (_hesitates, then says_). Yes. MAGGIE. You needn't be. WILLIE. Yes, but you don't know her. She'll jaw me till I'm black in the face when I go home to-night. MAGGIE. You won't go home to-night. WILLIE. Not go? MAGGIE. You've done with lodging there. You'll go to Tubby Wadlow's when you knock off work and Tubby'll go round to Mrs. Figgins for your things. WILLIE. And I'm not to go back there never no more? MAGGIE. No. WILLIE. It's like an 'appy dream. Eh, Maggie, you do manage things. (_He opens the trap_.) MAGGIE. And while Tubby's there you can go round and see about putting the banns up for us two. WILLIE. Banns! Oh, but I'm hardly used to the idea yet. (_A step down_.) MAGGIE. You'll have three weeks to get used to it in. Now you can kiss me, Will. WILLIE. That's forcing things a bit, and all. It's like saying I agree to everything, a kiss is. MAGGIE. Yes. WILLIE. And I don't agree yet. I'm-- MAGGIE. Come along. (ALICE, _then_ VICKEY _enter_ R.) Do what I tell you, Will. WILLIE. Now? With them here? MAGGIE. Yes. WILLIE (_pause_). I couldn't. (_He dives for trap, runs down, and closes it_.) ALICE. What's the matter with Willie? MAGGIE. He's a bit upset because I've told him he's to marry me. Is dinner cooking nicely? (_To desk_, L.) ALICE. You're going to marry Willie Mossop! Willie Mossop! VICKEY. You've kept it quiet, Maggie. MAGGIE. You know about it pretty near as soon as Willie does himself. VICKEY. Well, I don't know! ALICE. I know, and if you're afraid to speak your thoughts, I'm not. Look here, Maggie--(_moving to_ L. C.),--what you do touches us, and you're mistaken if you think I'll own Willie Mossop for my brother-in-law. MAGGIE. Is there supposed to be some disgrace in him? ALICE. You ask father if there's disgrace. And look at me. I'd hopes of Albert Prosser till this happened. MAGGIE. You'll marry Albert Prosser when he's able, and that'll be when ho starts spending less on laundry bills and hair cream. (_Goes to_ R.) (HOBSON _enters from the street_.) HOBSON. Well, what about that dinner? (_Comes_ C.) (_The positions are_ MAGGIE R., VICKEY _up_ R. C., HOBSON _up_ C., ALICE L. C.) MAGGIE. It'll be ready in ten minutes. HOBSON. You said one o'clock. MAGGIE. Yes, father. One for half-past. If you'll wash your hands, it'll be ready as soon as you are.