HOBSON (_turning to her_). I'm getting a lot of comfort from
your husband, Maggie.

MAGGIE. It's about what you deserve. (_Goes to him_.)

HOBSON. Have you got any more consolation for me, Will?

WILLIE (_aggrieved_). I only spoke what came into my mind.

HOBSON. Well, have you spoken it all?

WILLIE. I can keep my mouth shut if you'd rather.

HOBSON. Don't strain yourself, Will Mossop. When a man's mind is
full of thoughts like yours, they're better out than in. You let
them come, my lad. They'll leave a cleaner place behind.

WILLIE. I'm not much good at talking, and I always seem to say
wrong things when I do talk. I'm sorry if my well-meant words
don't suit your taste, but I thought you came here for advice.

HOBSON. I didn't come to you, you jumped-up cock-a-hooping--
(_Rising_.)

MAGGIE. That 'ull do, father. (_Pushes him down_.) My
husband's _trying_ to help you.

HOBSON (_glares impatiently for a time, then meekly says_).
Yes, Maggie.