MAGGIE. I've had thirty years of the pleasure of living with father, thanks. (Going to chair R. of table and sitting.)
ALICE. Do you mean to say you won't come?
MAGGIE. It isn't for me to say at all. It's for my husband.
VICKEY. Oh, do stop talking about your husband. If Alice and I don't need to ask our husbands, I'm sure you never need ask yours. Will Mossop hasn't the spirit of a louse and we know it as well as you do. (Crosses to fire-place.)
MAGGIE. Maybe Will's come on since you saw him, Vickey. It's getting a while ago. There he is now in the shop. I'll go and put it to him.
(Rises and exits MAGGIE L.)
VICKEY. Stop her! (Going to door.)
ALICE (detaining her). Let her do it in her own way. I'm not coming back here.
VICKEY (R. of ALICE). Nor me.
ALICE. There's only Maggie for it.