Hobson's Choice by Harold Brighouse
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me except here when father's out?
MAGGIE. If he wants to marry you why doesn't he do it? ALICE. Courting must come first. MAGGIE. It needn't. (_She picks up a slipper on desk_ L.). See that slipper with a fancy buckle on to make it pretty? Courting's like that, my lass. All glitter and no use to nobody. (_She replaces slipper and sits at her desk_.) (HENRY HORATIO HOBSON _enters from the house. He is fifty-five, successful, coarse, florid, and a parent of the period. His hat is on. It is one of those felt hats which are half-way to tall hats in shape. He has a heavy gold chain and masonic emblems on it. His clothes are bought to wear_.) HOBSON. Maggie, I'm just going out for a quarter of an hour. (_Moves over to doors_ L.) MAGGIE. Yes, father. Don't be late for dinner. There's liver. HOBSON. It's an hour off dinner-time. (_Going_.) MAGGIE. So that, if you stay more than an hour in the Moonraker's Inn, you'll be late for it. HOBSON. "Moonraker's?" Who said--? (_Turning_.) VICKEY. If your dinner's ruined, it'll be your own fault. |
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