TUBBY. Will you sit on the arm-chair by the fire or at the table?
HOBSON. The table? Breakfast? Bacon? Bacon, and I'm like this.
(JIM assists him to arm-chair.)
JIM. When a man's like this he wants a woman about the house, Henry.
HOBSON (sitting). I'll want then.
TUBBY. Shall I go for Miss Maggie, sir?—Mrs. Mossop, I mean.
JIM. I think your daughters should be here.
HOBSON. They should. Only they're not. They're married, and I'm deserted by them all and I'll die deserted, then perhaps they'll be sorry for the way they've treated me. Tubby, have you got no work to do in the shop?
TUBBY. I might find some if I looked hard.
HOBSON. Then go and look. And take that bacon with you. I don't like the smell.