MAGGIE. I'm going to marry Willie, father. That's what all the fuss is about.
HOBSON. Marry—you—Mossop? (Moves to her.)
MAGGIE. You thought me past the marrying age. I'm not. That's all.
HOBSON. Didn't you hear me say I'd do the choosing when it came to a question of husbands?
MAGGIE. You said I was too old to get a husband.
HOBSON. You are. You all are.
VICKEY. Father!
HOBSON. (crossing to C.) And if you're not, it makes no matter. I'll have no husbands here.
(VICKEY R., ALICE L. of HOBSON.)
ALICE. But you said—