ALICE. What on earth do you mean? It's a good business still.
WILLIE. You try to sell it, and you'd learn. Stock and goodwill 'ud fetch about two hundred. (Goes C.)
VICKEY. Don't talk so foolish, Will. Two hundred for a business like father's!
WILLIE. Two hundred as it is. Not as it was in our time, Vickey.
ALICE. Do you mean to tell me father isn't rich?
WILLIE. If you'd not married into the law you'd know what they think of your father to-day in trading circles. Vickey ought to know. Her husband's in trade.
VICKEY (indignantly). My Fred in trade!
WILLIE. Isn't he?
VICKEY. He's in the wholesale. That's business, not trade. And the value of father's shop is no affair of yours, Will Mossop. (Moves L.)
WILLIE. Now I thought maybe it was. If Maggie and me are coming here—