HOBSON. Just nasty-minded curiosity.
DOCTOR. I don't agree with you, Mr. Hobson. If Mrs. Mossop is to sacrifice her own home to come to you, she's every right to know the reason why.
HOBSON. Sacrifice! If you saw her home you'd find another word than that. Two cellars in Oldfield Road.
MAGGIE. I'm waiting, Doctor.
DOCTOR. I've a constitutional objection to seeing patients slip through ma fingers when it's avoidable, Mrs. Mossop, and I'll do ma best for your father, but ma medicine will na do him any good without your medicine to back me up. He needs a tight hand on him all the time.
MAGGIE. I've not same chance I had before I married.
DOCTOR. Ye'll have no chance at all unless ye come and live here. I willna talk about the duty of a daughter because I doubt he's acted badly by ye, but on the broad grounds of humanity, it's saving life if ye'll come—
MAGGIE. I might.
DOCTOR. Nay, but will ye?
MAGGIE. You've told me what you think. The rest's my business. (Rises and goes L.)