HOBSON. Maggie, you know I can't be an abstainer. A man of my habits. At my time of life.
MAGGIE. You can if I come here to make you.
HOBSON. Are you coming?
MAGGIE. I don't know yet. I haven't asked my husband.
HOBSON. You ask Will Mossop! Maggie, I'd better thoughts of you. Making an excuse like that to me. If you want to come you'll come so what Will Mossop says and well you know it.
MAGGIE. I don't want to come, father. I expect no holiday existence here with you to keep in health. But if Will tells me it's my duty I shall come. (Sits R. of table.)
HOBSON. You know as well as I do asking Will's a matter of form.
MAGGIE. Matter of form! (Rises and moves R.) My husband a matter of form! He's the—
HOBSON. I dare say, but he is not the man that wears the breeches at your house.
MAGGIE. My husband's my husband, father, so whatever else he is. And my home's my home, and all and what you said of it now to Doctor MacFarlane's a thing you'll pay for. It's no gift to a married woman to come back to the home she's shut of. (Moves back R. C.)