MAGGIE. No.
(VICKEY whispers to MAGGIE.)
HOBSON. What's the matter? What are you all whispering about?
MAGGIE. Father, don't you think you ought to put a collar on before Will comes? (Goes to him, R.)
HOBSON. Put a collar on for Will Mossop? There's something wrong with your sense of proportion, my girl.
VICKEY (moving C.). You're always pretending to folk about your husband, Maggie, but you needn't keep it up with us. We know Will here.
MAGGIE. Father, either I can go home or you can go and put a collar on for Will. I'll have him treated with respect. (Going up to window.)
ALICE. I expect you'd put a collar on in any case, father.
HOBSON (rising). Of course I should. I'm going to put a collar on. But understand me, Maggie, it's not for the sake of Will Mossop. It's because my neck is cold.
(Exit HOBSON R.)