MAGGIE. Yes. You're in trouble.

HOBSON (_shaking his head, then as if finding an outlet,
pouncing on_ ALICE). What's it got to do with Alice and
Vickey? What are they doing here ? What's happening to the shop?
(_Moves_ C.)

ALICE. Tubby Wadlow's looking after it.

HOBSON. And is it Tubby's job to look after the shop?

VICKEY. He'd got no other job. The shop's so slack since Maggie
left.

HOBSON (_swelling with rage_). And do you run that shop? Do
you give orders there? Do you decide when you can put your hats
on and walk out of it?

MAGGIE. They come out because it's my wedding-day, father. It's
reason enough, and Will and me 'ull do the same for them. We'll
close the shop and welcome on their wedding-days.

HOBSON. Their wedding-days! That's a long time off. It'll be many
a year before there's another wedding in this family, I give you
my word. (_Turns to_ MAGGIE.) One daughter defying me is
quite enough.

ALBERT. Hadn't we better get to business, sir?

HOBSON (_turning on him_). Young man, don't abuse a noble