ALICE. Willie Mossop was our boot hand.
MAGGIE. He was, and you'll let bygones be bygones. He's as good as you are now, and better.
WILLIE. Nay, come, Maggie—
MAGGIE. Better, I say. They're shop assistants. You're your own master, aren't you?
WILLIE. I've got my name wrote up on the windows, but I dunno so much about being master.
MAGGIE (producing card and moving down L. to ALICE). That's his business card, William Mossop, Practical Boot and Shoe Maker, 39a, Oldfield Road, Salford. William Mossop, Master Bootmaker! That's the man you're privileged to call by his Christian name. Aye, and I'll do more for you than let you call him in his name. You can both of you kiss him for your brother-in-law to be.
WILLIE (rising). Nay, Maggie, I'm no great hand at kissing.
(VICKEY and ALICE are much annoyed.)
MAGGIE (dryly). I've noticed that. A bit of practice will do you no harm. Come along, Vickey.
ALICE (interposing). But, Maggie ... a shop of your own—