WILLIE (coming down L.). Oh—about the improvements.
MAGGIE. You'll not do owt without consulting me.
WILLIE. I'll do this, lass. (Goes to and takes her hand.)
MAGGIE. What are you doing? You leave my wedding ring alone. (Wrenches hand free.)
WILLIE. You've worn a brass one long enough.
MAGGIE. I'll wear that ring for ever, Will.
WILLIE. I was for getting you a proper one, Maggie.
MAGGIE. I'm not preventing you. I'll wear your gold for show, but that brass stays where you put it, Will, and if we get too rich and proud we'll just sit down together quiet and take a long look at it, so as we'll not forget the truth about ourselves ... Eh, lad! (She touches him affectionately.)
WILL. Eh, lass! (He kisses her.)
(Enter HOBSON R. with his hat on.)