JIM. You're doing a good class trade if the carriage folk come to you, Hobson. (Moves down L. C.)
HOBSON. What?
JIM. Wasn't that Mrs. Hepworth?
HOBSON. Oh yes. Mrs. Hepworth's an old and valued customer of mine.
JIM. It's funny you deal with Hope Hall and never mentioned it.
HOBSON. Why, I've made boots for her and all her circle for... how long, Maggie? Oh, I dunno.
JIM. You kept it dark. Well, aren't you coming round yonder? (Moving up L.)
HOBSON (reaching for his hat). Yes. That is, no.
JIM. Are you ill?
HOBSON. No. Get away, you girls. I'll look after the shop. I want to talk to Mr. Heeler.