MAGGIE. So that settles it.
ALICK. I’m thinking that doesn’t settle it.
DAVID. No, by God! [But his love for MAGGIE steadies him. There is even a note of entreaty in his voice.] Have you nothing to say to her, man?
JOHN. I have things to say to her, but not before you.
DAVID [sternly]. Go away, Maggie. Leave him to us.
JAMES [who thinks it is about time that he said something]. Yes, leave him to us.
MAGGIE. No, David, I want to hear what is to become of me; I promise not to take any side.
[And sitting by the fire she resumes her knitting. The four regard her as on an evening at The Pans a good many years ago.]
DAVID [barking]. How long has this been going on?
JOHN. If you mean how long has that lady been the apple of my eye, I’m not sure; but I never told her of it until today.