HOBSON. But—but—you're Will Mossop, you're my old shoe hand.
WILLIE. Aye. I were, but I've moved on a bit since then. Your daughter married me and set about my education. And—and now I'll tell you what I'll do and it'll be the handsome thing and all from me to you. I'll close my shop—
HOBSON. Oh! That doesn't sound like doing so well.
WILLIE. I'm doing well, but I'll do better here. I'll transfer to this address and what I'll do that's generous is this: I'll take you into partnership and give you your half-share on the condition you're sleeping partner and you don't try interference on with me. (Goes L.)
HOBSON. A partner! You—here—
WILLIE. William Mossop, late Hobson, is the name this shop 'ull have.
MAGGIE. Wait a bit, Will. I don't agree to that.
HOBSON (over to her). Oh, so you have piped up at last. I began to think you'd both lost your senses together.
MAGGIE. It had better not be "late Hobson."
WILLIE (L. C.). Well, I meant it should.