MAGGIE (_coming_ C.). You'd better arrange to get married quick. Alice and Vickey will have a sweet time with him. FREDDY. Can they go home at all! MAGGIE. Why not? FREDDY. After what he said? MAGGIE. He'll not remember half of it. He's for the "Moonraker's" now--if there's time. What is the time? ALBERT. Time we were going, Maggie--(_going to her_, C.);--you'll be glad to see the back of us. (_He shows_ MAGGIE _his watch_.) WILLIE. No. No. (_Rising_.) I wouldn't dream of asking you to go. MAGGIE (_moving up to get hats_). Then I would. It's high time we turned you out. There are your hats. (_She gets_ ALBERT'S _and_ FRED'S _hats from rack_, R.) Good night. (ALBERT _and_ FREDDY _go upstairs_. MAGGIE _comes back_, C.) Good night, Vickey. VICKEY (_with a quick kiss_). Good night, Maggie. (VICKEY _goes upstairs. She and_ FREDDY _go out_.) MAGGIE. Good night, Alice. ALICE. Good night, Maggie. (_The same quick kiss_.) And thank you. MAGGIE. Oh, that! (_She goes with her to stairs_.) I'll see you again soon, only don't come round here too much, because Will and me's going to be busy and you'll maybe find enough to do yourselves with getting wed. ALICE. I dare say. (_Upstairs_.) (_The general exit is continuous, punctuated with laughter and merry "Good nights!"_) MAGGIE. Send us word when the day is. ALBERT. We'll be glad to see you at the wedding. MAGGIE. We'll come to that. You'll be too grand for us afterwards. ALBERT. Oh, no, Maggie. MAGGIE. Well, happen we'll be catching up with you before so long. We're only starting here. Good night. ALBERT & ALICE Good night, Maggie. (_They go out, closing door_. MAGGIE _turns to_ WILL, _putting her hands on his shoulders. He starts_.) MAGGIE. Now you've heard what I've said of you to-night. In twenty years you're going to be thought more of than either of your brothers-in-law. WILLIE. I heard you say it, Maggie. MAGGIE. And we're to make it good. I'm not a boaster, Will. And it's to be in less than twenty years, and all. WILLIE. Well, I dunno. They've a long start on us. MAGGIE. And you've got me. Your slate's in the bedroom. Bring it out. I'll have this table clear by the time you come back. (_She moves round to_ R. _of table and hustles off the last remains of the meal, putting the flowers on the mantel and takes off cloth, placing it over the back of the chair_, R. WILL _goes to bedroom and returns with a slate and slate pencil. The slate is covered with writing. He puts it on table_.) MAGGIE. Off with your Sunday coat now. You don't want to make a mess of that. (_He takes coat off and gets rag from behind screen and brings it back to table. He hangs his coat on a peg_, R.) What are you doing with that mopping rag? WILLIE. I was going to wash out what's on the slate. MAGGIE. Let me see it first. That's what you did last night at Tubby's after I came here? WILLIE. Yes, Maggie.