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_). Eh, but I weren't by half so certain as I sounded. Words came from my mouth that made me jump at my own boldness, and when it came to facing you about the name, I tell you I fair trembled in my shoes. I was carried away like, or I'd not have dared to cross you, Maggie. MAGGIE. Don't spoil it, Will. (_Moves to him_.) You're the man I've made you and I'm proud. WILLIE. Thy pride is not in same street, lass, with the pride I have in you. And that reminds me. (_Rises, moves up and gets his hat_.) I've a job to see to. MAGGIE. What job? WILLIE (_coming down_ L.). Oh--about the improvements. MAGGIE. You'll not do owt without consulting me. WILLIE. I'll do this, lass. (_Goes to and takes her hand_.) MAGGIE. What are you doing? You leave my wedding ring alone. (_Wrenches hand free_.) WILLIE. You've worn a brass one long enough. MAGGIE. I'll wear that ring for ever, Will. WILLIE. I was for getting you a proper one, Maggie. MAGGIE. I'm not preventing you. I'll wear your gold for show, but that brass stays where you put it, Will, and if we get too rich and proud we'll just sit down together quiet and take a long look at it, so as we'll not forget the truth about ourselves ... Eh, lad! (_She touches him affectionately_.) WILL. Eh, lass! (_He kisses her_.) (_Enter_ HOBSON R. _with his hat on_.) MAGGIE. Ready, father. Come along to Albert's. HOBSON (_meekly_). Yes, Maggie. (MAGGIE _and_ HOBSON _cross below_ WILL _and go out_ L. WILL _comes down with amazement, triumph and incredulity written on his face, and attempts to express the inexpressible by saying_--) WILL. Well, by gum! (_He turns to follow the others_.) CURTAIN.