HOBSON. I've given you my word there's no ill feeling. (Pushes cake away.)
MAGGIE. So now we'll have the deed. (Pushes it back.)
HOBSON. You're a hard woman. (He eats.) You've no consideration for the weakness of old age.
MAGGIE. Finished?
HOBSON. Pass me that tea.
(She passes: he drinks.)
That's easier.
MAGGIE. Now tell me what it is you came about?
HOBSON. I'm in sore trouble, Maggie.
MAGGIE (rising and going towards door, L.). Then I'll leave you with my husband to talk it over.