HOBSON. Eh?
MAGGIE. You'll not be wanting me. Women are only in your way.
HOBSON (rising and going C.). Maggie, you re not going to desert me in the hour of my need, are you?
MAGGIE. Surely to goodness you don't want a woman to help you after all you've said! Will 'ull do his best, I make no doubt. (She goes towards door.) Give me a call when you've finished, Will.
HOBSON (following her). Maggie! It's private.
MAGGIE. Why, yes. I'm going and you can discuss it man to man with no fools of women about.
HOBSON. I tell you I've come to see you, not him. It's private from him.
MAGGIE. Private from Will? Nay, it isn't. Will's in the family—(comes back a little),—and you've nowt to say to me that can't be said to him.
HOBSON. I've to tell you this with him there?
MAGGIE. Will and me's one.