Hobson's Choice Page #5

Well?

Well, what?

It seems to me to point one way.

What way is that?

You're leaving me

to do all the work, my lad.

I... I think I'll be getting back to me stool,

Miss Maggie.

You'll go when I've done with you.

I've been watching you

for a long time,

and everything I've seen I've liked.

I think you'll do for me.

- What way, Miss Maggie?

- Will Mossop...

You're my man!

- Well, I never...

- I know you never.

Or it wouldn't be left for me

to do a job like this.

I... I'll, er...

I... I'll sit down.

I'm feeling queer like.

What...

What dost thou want me for?

To invest in.

You're a business idea

in the shape of a man.

- But I've no head for business at all.

- But I have.

My brains and your hands'll make

a working partnership.

Partnership?

Eeh, hey, that's different.

- I thought you were asking me to wed you.

- I am.

Well, by gum!

And you the master's daughter.

I'll tell you something, Willie.

It's a poor sort of woman

that will stay lazy

when she sees her best chance

slipping from her.

- I'm your best chance?

- You are that, Will.

Well, by gum!

I... I never thought of this.

- Think of it now.

- I am doing.

Only it blows a bit too sudden

to think very clear.

You're going to wed me, Will.

Nay.

Really, I... I can't do that,

Miss Maggie.

I... I can see I'm disturbing

your arrangements, like,

but... I'll be glad

if you'll put this notion from you.

When I make arrangements, my lad,

they're not for upsetting.

You're walking out with me.

Peel Park. Sunday.

Peel Park?

- But folks'll think...

- Thinking won't hurt them.

You can go home now, Willie.

I've come.

I told you to come.

Who's that?

William Mossop.

Who's William Mossop?

Our boot hand.

You're a natural-born genius

at making boots.

It's a pity

you're a natural fool at all else.

I'm not much use at owt but leather,

and that's a fact.

I saw the river clean once.

Sunday school outing, up on t'moors.

Will?

We'll have the first banns call

next Sunday.

Nay.

I have a great respect for you,

Miss Maggie,

but when it comes to marrying,

I'm bound to tell you

I'm none in love with you.

I've got the love all right.

Well, I've not and that's honest.

We'll get along without it.

But what will the master say?

He'll say a lot, but he can say it.

Makes no difference to me.

Much better not upset him.

- I'm the judge of that.

- Oh.

But what makes it

so desperate awkward is,

there's another woman.

- There's what?

- I'm tokened to Ada Figgins.

Then you'll get loose,

and quick.

Who's Ada Figgins?

I'm the lodger at her mother's.

Not that sandy-haired girl

that brings you dinner?

She's golden-haired, is Ada.

Where is it?

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