HOBSON. You know as well as I do asking Will's a matter of form. MAGGIE. Matter of form! (_Rises and moves_ R.) My husband a matter of form! He's the-- HOBSON. I dare say, but he is not the man that wears the breeches at your house. MAGGIE. My husband's my husband, father, so whatever else he is. And my home's my home, and all and what you said of it now to Doctor MacFarlane's a thing you'll pay for. It's no gift to a married woman to come back to the home she's shut of. (_Moves back_ R. C.) HOBSON. Look here, Maggie, you're talking straight and I'll talk straight and all. When I'm set I'm set. You're coming here. I didn't want you when that doctor said it, but, by gum, I want you now. It's been my daughters' hobby crossing me. Now you'll come and look after me. MAGGIE. All of us? HOBSON. No. Not all of you. You're eldest. MAGGIE. There's another man with claims on me. HOBSON. I'll give him claims. Aren't I your father? (ALICE _enters_ L. _She is rather elaborately dressed for so early in the day, and languidly haughty_.) MAGGIE. And I'm not your only daughter. ALICE. You been here long, Maggie? MAGGIE. A while. ALICE (L.C.). Ah, well, a fashionable solicitor's wife doesn't rise so early as the wife of a working cobbler. You'd be up when Tubby came. MAGGIE. A couple of hours earlier. (_Moves up_ R.) ALICE (_going to_ HOBSON). You're looking all right, father. You've quite a colour. HOBSON. I'm very ill. MAGGIE (_sitting_ R. _of table_). He's not so well, Alice. The doctor says one of us must come and live here to look after him. ALICE. I live in the Crescent myself. MAGGIE. I've heard it was that way on. Somebody's home will have to go. ALICE. I don't think I can be expected to come back to this after what I've been used to lately. HOBSON. Alice! ALICE. Well, I say it ought to be Maggie, father. She's the eldest. (_Moves to above table_.) HOBSON. And I say you're-- (_What she is we don't learn, as_ VICKEY _enters effectively and goes effusively to_ HOBSON, R. ALICE _moves round to_ L.) VICKEY. Father, you're ill! (_Embracing him_.) HOBSON. Vickey! My baby! At last I find a daughter who cares for me. VICKEY. Of course I care. Don't the others? (_Releasing herself from his grasp_.) HOBSON. You will live with me, Vickey, won't you? VICKEY. What? (_She stands away from him_.) MAGGIE. One of us is needed to look after him. VICKEY. Oh, but it can't be me. In my circumstances, Maggie! MAGGIE. What circumstances? ALICE. Don't you know? MAGGIE. No. (VICKEY _whispers to_ MAGGIE.) HOBSON. What's the matter? What are you all whispering about? MAGGIE. Father, don't you think you ought to put a collar on before Will comes? (_Goes to him_, R.) HOBSON. Put a collar on for Will Mossop? There's something wrong with your sense of proportion, my girl. VICKEY (_moving_ C.). You're always pretending to folk about your husband, Maggie, but you needn't keep it up with us. We know Will here.