DOCTOR (putting him back). Sit down, Mr. Hobson.
MAGGIE. He said you're dangerously ill.
DOCTOR. He is. I'm Doctor MacFarlane. (Coming C.) Will you come and live here again?
MAGGIE. I'm married.
DOCTOR. I know that, Mrs.—
MAGGIE. Mossop.
DOCTOR. Your father's drinking himself to death, Mrs. Mossop.
HOBSON. Look here, Doctor, what's passed between you and me isn't for everybody's ears.
DOCTOR. I judge your daughter's not the sort to want the truth wrapped round with a feather-bed for fear it hits her hard.
MAGGIE (nodding appreciatively). Go on. I'd like to hear it all. (Goes to and sits in chair R. of table.)