An oldish peasant farmer,small,leathery,peat faced,with a deep voice and a surliness that is meant to be aggressive,and is in effect pathetic--the voice of a man of hard life and many sorrows--comes in at the gate.He is old enough to have perhaps worn a long tailed frieze coat and knee breeches in his time;but now he is dressed respectably in a black frock coat,tall hat,and pollard colored trousers;and his face is as clean as washing can make it,though that is not saying much,as the habit is recently acquired and not yet congenial.
THE NEW-COMER [at the gate].God save all here![He comes a little way into the garden].
LARRY [patronizingly,speaking across the garden to him].Is that yourself,Mat Haffigan?Do you remember me?
MATTHEW [intentionally rude and blunt].No.Who are you?
NORA.Oh,I'm sure you remember him,Mr Haffigan.
MATTHEW [grudgingly admitting it].I suppose he'll be young Larry Doyle that was.
LARRY.Yes.
MATTHEW [to Larry].I hear you done well in America.
LARRY.Fairly well.
MATTHEW.I suppose you saw me brother Andy out dhere.
LARRY.No.It's such a big place that looking for a man there is like looking for a needle in a bundle of hay.They tell me he's a great man out there.
MATTHEW.So he is,God be praised.Where's your father?
AUNT JUDY.He's inside,in the office,Mr Haffigan,with Barney Doarn n Father Dempsey.
Matthew,without wasting further words on the company,goes curtly into the house.
LARRY [staring after him].Is anything wrong with old Mat?
NORA.No.He's the same as ever.Why?
LARRY.He's not the same to me.He used to be very civil to Master Larry:a deal too civil,I used to think.Now he's as surly and stand-off as a bear.
AUNT JUDY.Oh sure he's bought his farm in the Land Purchase.
He's independent now.
NORA.It's made a great change,Larry.You'd harly know the old tenants now.You'd think it was a liberty to speak t'dhem--some o dhem.[She goes to the table,and helps to take off the cloth,which she and Aunt Judy fold up between them].
AUNT JUDY.I wonder what he wants to see Corny for.He hasn't been here since he paid the last of his old rent;and then he as good as threw it in Corny's face,I thought.
LARRY.No wonder!Of course they all hated us like the devil.
Ugh![Moodily]I've seen them in that office,telling my father what a fine boy I was,and plastering him with compliments,with your honor here and your honor there,when all the time their fingers were itching to beat his throat.
AUNT JUDY.Deedn why should they want to hurt poor Corny?It was he that got Mat the lease of his farm,and stood up for him as an industrious decent man.
BROADBENT.Was he industrious?That's remarkable,you know,in an Irishman.
LARRY.Industrious!That man's industry used to make me sick,even as a boy.I tell you,an Irish peasant's industry is not human:it's worse than the industry of a coral insect.An Englishman has some sense about working:he never does more than he can help--and hard enough to get him to do that without scamping it;but an Irishman will work as if he'd die the moment he stopped.That man Matthew Haffigan and his brother Andy made a farm out of a patch of stones on the hillside--cleared it and dug it with their own naked hands and bought their first spade out of their first crop of potatoes.Talk of making two blades of wheat grow where one grew before!those two men made a whole field of wheat grow where not even a furze bush had ever got its head up between the stones.
BROADBENT.That was magnificent,you know.Only a great race is capable of producing such men.
LARRY.Such fools,you mean!What good was it to them?The moment they'd done it,the landlord put a rent of 5pounds a year on them,and turned them out because they couldn't pay it.
AUNT JUDY.Why couldn't they pay as well as Billy Byrne that took it after them?
LARRY [angrily].You know very well that Billy Byrne never paid it.He only offered it to get possession.He never paid it.
AUNT JUDY.That was because Andy Haffigan hurt him with a brick so that he was never the same again.Andy had to run away to America for it.
BROADBENT [glowing with indignation].Who can blame him,Miss Doyle?Who can blame him?
LARRY [impatiently].Oh,rubbish!What's the good of the man that's starved out of a farm murdering the man that's starved into it?Would you have done such a thing?
BROADBENT.Yes.I--I--I--I--[stammering with fury]I should have shot the confounded landlord,and wrung the neck of the damned agent,and blown the farm up with dynamite,and Dublin Castle along with it.
LARRY.Oh yes:you'd have done great things;and a fat lot of good you'd have got out of it,too!That's an Englishman all over!make bad laws and give away all the land,and then,when your economic incompetence produces its natural and inevitable results,get virtuously indignant and kill the people that carry out your laws.
AUNT JUDY.Sure never mind him,Mr Broadbent.It doesn't matter,anyhow,because there's harly any landlords left;and ther'll soon be none at all.
LARRY.On the contrary,ther'll soon be nothing else;and the Lord help Ireland then!
AUNT JUDY.Ah,you're never satisfied,Larry.[To Nora]Come on,alanna,an make the paste for the pie.We can leave them to their talk.They don't want us [she takes up the tray and goes into the house].
BROADBENT [rising and gallantly protesting]Oh,Miss Doyle!
Really,really--
Nora,following Aunt Judy with the rolled-up cloth in her hands,looks at him and strikes him dumb.He watches her until she disappears;then comes to Larry and addresses him with sudden intensity.
BROADBENT.Larry.
LARRY.What is it?
BROADBENT.I got drunk last night,and proposed to Miss Reilly.
LARRY.You HWAT?[He screams with laughter in the falsetto Irish register unused for that purpose in England].
BROADBENT.What are you laughing at?
LARRY [stopping dead].I don't know.That's the sort of thing an Irishman laughs at.Has she accepted you?
BROADBENT.I shall never forget that with the chivalry of her nation,though I was utterly at her mercy,she refused me.
