VICKEY. Same here.

ALICE. You! (_Rises_.)

VICKEY. You needn't think you're the only one.

ALICE. Well, you're sly, Vickey Hobson. You've kept it to
yourself.

VICKEY. It's just as well now that I did. Maggie's spoilt our
chances for ever. Nobody's fretting to get Willie Mossop for a
brother-in-law.

(MAGGIE _enters, followed by_ FREDDY BEENSTOCK _and
then_ WILL. MAGGIE _and_ WILL _are actually about to be
married, but their dress does not specially indicate it. They are
not in their older clothes, and that is all_. FREDDY _is
smarter than either, though only in his everyday dress. He is not
at all a blood, but the respectable son of a respectable
tradesman, and his appearance is such as to justify his
attractiveness in_ VICKEY'S _eyes_. WILL, _very shy,
remains up_ L. C. _near the counter_.)

ALICE. Maggie, you here!

MAGGIE. I thought we'd just drop in. Vickey, what's this that Mr.
Beenstock's telling me about you and him?

VICKEY (_sullenly_). If he's told you I suppose you know.