(_She passes: he drinks_.)

That's easier.

MAGGIE. Now tell me what it is you came about?

HOBSON. I'm in sore trouble, Maggie.

MAGGIE (_rising and going towards door_, L.). Then I'll
leave you with my husband to talk it over.

HOBSON. Eh?

MAGGIE. You'll not be wanting me. Women are only in your way.

HOBSON (_rising and going_ C.). Maggie, you re not going to
desert me in the hour of my need, are you?

MAGGIE. Surely to goodness you don't want a woman to help you
after all you've said! Will 'ull do his best, I make no doubt.
(_She goes towards door_.) Give me a call when you've
finished, Will.

HOBSON (_following her_). Maggie! It's private.

MAGGIE. Why, yes. I'm going and you can discuss it man to man
with no fools of women about.

HOBSON. I tell you I've come to see you, not him. It's private