HOBSON. You'll waste your time.
DOCTOR. I'll cure you, Mr. Hobson. (Crosses to C. and turns.)
HOBSON. She won't come back.
DOCTOR. Oh. Now that's a possibility. If she's a sensible body I concur with your opinion she'll no come back, but women are a soft-hearted race and she'll maybe take pity on ye after all.
HOBSON. I want no pity.
DOCTOR. If she's the woman that I take her for ye'll get no pity. Ye'll get discipline.
(HOBSON rises and tries to speak.)
Don't interrupt me, sir. I'm talking.
HOBSON. I've noticed it. (Sits.)
DOCTOR. You asked me for a cure, and Maggie's the name of the cure you need. Maggie, sir, do you hear? Maggie!