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第18章 ACT III(3)

LARRY.That was extremely improvident of her.[Beginning to reflect]But look here:when were you drunk?You were sober enough when you came back from the Round Tower with her.

BROADBENT.No,Larry,I was drunk,I am sorry to say.I had two tumblers of punch.She had to lead me home.You must have noticed it.

LARRY.I did not.

BROADBENT.She did.

LARRY.May I ask how long it took you to come to business?You can hardly have known her for more than a couple of hours.

BROADBENT.I am afraid it was hardly a couple of minutes.She was not here when I arrived;and I saw her for the first time at the tower.

LARRY.Well,you are a nice infant to be let loose in this country!Fancy the potcheen going to your head like that!

BROADBENT.Not to my head,I think.I have no headache;and Icould speak distinctly.No:potcheen goes to the heart,not to the head.What ought I to do?

LARRY.Nothing.What need you do?

BROADBENT.There is rather a delicate moral question involved.

The point is,was I drunk enough not to be morally responsible for my proposal?Or was I sober enough to be bound to repeat it now that I am undoubtedly sober?

LARRY.I should see a little more of her before deciding.

BROADBENT.No,no.That would not be right.That would not be fair.I am either under a moral obligation or I am not.I wish Iknew how drunk I was.

LARRY.Well,you were evidently in a state of blithering sentimentality,anyhow.

BROADBENT.That is true,Larry:I admit it.Her voice has a most extraordinary effect on me.That Irish voice!

LARRY [sympathetically].Yes,I know.When I first went to London I very nearly proposed to walk out with a waitress in an Aerated Bread shop because her Whitechapel accent was so distinguished,so quaintly touching,so pretty--BROADBENT [angrily].Miss Reilly is not a waitress,is she?

LARRY.Oh,come!The waitress was a very nice girl.

BROADBENT.You think every Englishwoman an angel.You really have coarse tastes in that way,Larry.Miss Reilly is one of the finer types:a type rare in England,except perhaps in the best of the aristocracy.

LARRY.Aristocracy be blowed!Do you know what Nora eats?

BROADBENT.Eats!what do you mean?

LARRY.Breakfast:tea and bread-and-butter,with an occasional rasher,and an egg on special occasions:say on her birthday.

Dinner in the middle of the day,one course and nothing else.In the evening,tea and bread-and-butter again.You compare her with your Englishwomen who wolf down from three to five meat meals a day;and naturally you find her a sylph.The difference is not a difference of type:it's the difference between the woman who eats not wisely but too well,and the woman who eats not wisely but too little.

BROADBENT [furious].Larry:you--you--you disgust me.You are a damned fool.[He sits down angrily on the rustic seat,which sustains the shock with difficulty].

LARRY.Steady!stead-eee![He laughs and seats himself on the table].

Cornelius Doyle,Father Dempsey,Barney Doran,and Matthew Haffigan come from the house.Doran is a stout bodied,short armed,roundheaded,red-haired man on the verge of middle age,of sanguine temperament,with an enormous capacity for derisive,obscene,blasphemous,or merely cruel and senseless fun,and a violent and impetuous intolerance of other temperaments and other opinions,all this representing energy and capacity wasted and demoralized by want of sufficient training and social pressure to force it into beneficent activity and build a character with it;for Barney is by no means either stupid or weak.He is recklessly untidy as to his person;but the worst effects of his neglect are mitigated by a powdering of flour and mill dust;and his unbrushed clothes,made of a fashionable tailor's sackcloth,were evidently chosen regardless of expense for the sake of their appearance.

Matthew Haffigan,ill at ease,coasts the garden shyly on the shrubbery side until he anchors near the basket,where he feels least in the way.The priest comes to the table and slaps Larry on the shoulder.Larry,turning quickly,and recognizing Father Dempsey,alights from the table and shakes the priest's hand warmly.Doran comes down the garden between Father Dempsey and Matt;and Cornelius,on the other side of the table,turns to Broadbent,who rises genially.

CORNELIUS.I think we all met las night.

DORAN.I hadn't that pleasure.

CORNELIUS.To be sure,Barney:I forgot.[To Broadbent,introducing Barney]Mr Doran.He owns that fine mill you noticed from the car.

BROADBENT [delighted with them all].Most happy,Mr Doran.Very pleased indeed.

Doran,not quite sure whether he is being courted or patronized,nods independently.

DORAN.How's yourself,Larry?

LARRY.Finely,thank you.No need to ask you.[Doran grins;and they shake hands].

CORNELIUS.Give Father Dempsey a chair,Larry.

Matthew Haffigan runs to the nearest end of the table and takes the chair from it,placing it near the basket;but Larry has already taken the chair from the other end and placed it in front of the table.Father Dempsey accepts that more central position.

CORNELIUS.Sit down,Barney,will you;and you,Mat.

Doran takes the chair Mat is still offering to the priest;and poor Matthew,outfaced by the miller,humbly turns the basket upside down and sits on it.Cornelius brings his own breakfast chair from the table and sits down on Father Dempsey's right.

Broadbent resumes his seat on the rustic bench.Larry crosses to the bench and is about to sit down beside him when Broadbent holds him off nervously.

BROADBENT.Do you think it will bear two,Larry?

LARRY.Perhaps not.Don't move.I'll stand.[He posts himself behind the bench].

They are all now seated,except Larry;and the session assumes a portentous air,as if something important were coming.

CORNELIUS.Props you'll explain,Father Dempsey.

FATHER DEMPSEY.No,no:go on,you:the Church has no politics.

CORNELIUS.Were yever thinkin o goin into parliament at all,Larry?

LARRY.Me!

FATHER DEMPSEY [encouragingly]Yes,you.Hwy not?

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