MAGGIE. A couple of hours earlier. (Moves up R.)
ALICE (going to HOBSON). You're looking all right, father. You've quite a colour.
HOBSON. I'm very ill.
MAGGIE (sitting R. of table). He's not so well, Alice. The doctor says one of us must come and live here to look after him.
ALICE. I live in the Crescent myself.
MAGGIE. I've heard it was that way on. Somebody's home will have to go.
ALICE. I don't think I can be expected to come back to this after what I've been used to lately.
HOBSON. Alice!
ALICE. Well, I say it ought to be Maggie, father. She's the eldest. (Moves to above table.)
HOBSON. And I say you're—