VICKEY. It's my child, father. I—
HOBSON. Never mind what it is. Are you coming or not?
VICKEY. No.
HOBSON. Then you that aren't willing can leave me to talk with them that are.
ALICE. Do you mean that we're to go?
HOBSON. I understand you've homes to go to.
ALICE. Oh, father!
HOBSON. Open the door for them, Will.
(WILL rises, crosses, and opens door. ALICE and VICKEY stare in silent anger. Then ALICE sweeps to her gloves on the table.)
ALICE. Vickey!