FREDDY. Maggie wants it for something.
WILLIE. It'll be for my lessons, I reckon. She's schooling me.
FREDDY. And don't you want to learn, then?
WILLIE (moves C.). 'Tisn't that. I—just don't want to be rude to you—turning you out so early. I don't see you need to go away so soon. (Crosses below table.)
ALBERT. Why not?
WILLIE. I'm fond of a bit of company.
ALBERT. Do you want company on your wedding night?
WILLIE. I don't favour your going so soon. (Crosses C. again.)
FREDDY. He's afraid to be alone with her. That's what it is. He's shy of his wife.
(They laugh.)