(ALICE moves on towards door.)
VICKEY. Well, I don't know!
MAGGIE (from her chair by the fire-place). We'll be glad to see you here at tea-time on a Sunday afternoon if you'll condescend to come sometimes.
VICKEY. Beggars on horseback.
(VICKEY and ALICE pass out.)
WILL (closing door). Nay, come, there's no ill-will. (He returns to table and sits R. of it.)
HOBSON. Now, my lad, I'll tell you what I'll do.
WILLIE. Aye, we can come to grips better now there are no fine ladies about.
HOBSON. They've got stiff necks with pride, and the difference between you two and them's a thing I ought to mark and that I'm going to mark. There's times for holding back and times for letting loose, and being generous. Now, you're coming here, to this house, both of you, and you can have the back bedroom for your own and the use of this room split along with me. Maggie 'ull keep house, and if she's time to spare she can lend a hand in the shop. I'm finding Will a job. You can come back to your old bench in the cellar, Will, and I'll pay you the old wage of eighteen shillings a week and you and me 'ull go equal whacks in the cost of the housekeeping, and if that's not handsome, I dunno what is. I'm finding you a house rent free and paying half the keep of your wife.
WILLIE. Come home, Maggie. (He rises, goes L.)