HOBSON. Good morning, Mrs. Hepworth. Very glad to have the honour of serving you, madam. (Following her up.)
(She goes out.)
(Angry.) I wish some people would mind their own business. What does she want to praise a workman to his face for? (Moves down L. and then to C.)
MAGGIE. I suppose he deserved it.
HOBSON. Deserved be blowed! Making them uppish. That's what it is. Last time she puts her foot in my shop, I give you my word.
MAGGIE. Don't be silly, father.
HOBSON. I'll show her. Thinks she owns the earth because she lives at Hope Hall.
(Enter from street JIM HEELER, who is a grocer, and HOBSON'S boon companion.)
JIM (looking down street as he enters). That's a bit of a startler.
HOBSON (swinging round). Eh? Oh, morning, Jim.