(_Angry_.) I wish some people would mind their own business.
What does she want to praise a workman to his face for? (_Moves
down_ L. _and then to_ C.)

MAGGIE. I suppose he deserved it.

HOBSON. Deserved be blowed! Making them uppish. That's what it
is. Last time she puts her foot in my shop, I give you my word.

MAGGIE. Don't be silly, father.

HOBSON. I'll show her. Thinks she owns the earth because she
lives at Hope Hall.

(_Enter from street_ JIM HEELER, _who is a grocer, and_
HOBSON'S _boon companion_.)

JIM (_looking down street as he enters_). That's a bit of a
startler.

HOBSON (_swinging round_). Eh? Oh, morning, Jim.

JIM. You're doing a good class trade if the carriage folk come to
you, Hobson. (_Moves down_ L. C.)

HOBSON. What?

JIM. Wasn't that Mrs. Hepworth?