BROADBENT.Oh well,don't be too stand-offish,you know,Hodson.
I should like you to be popular.If it costs anything I'll make it up to you.It doesn't matter if you get a bit upset at first:
they'll like you all the better for it.
HODSON.I'm sure you're very kind,sir;but it don't seem to matter to me whether they like me or not.I'm not going to stand for parliament here,sir.
BROADBENT.Well,I am.Now do you understand?
HODSON [waking up at once].Oh,I beg your pardon,sir,I'm sure.
I understand,sir.
CORNELIUS [appearing at the house door with Mat].Patsy'll drive the pig over this evenin,Mat.Goodbye.[He goes back into the house.Mat makes for the gate.Broadbent stops him.Hodson,pained by the derelict basket,picks it up and carries it away behind the house].
BROADBENT [beaming candidatorially].I must thank you very particularly,Mr Haffigan,for your support this morning.I value it because I know that the real heart of a nation is the class you represent,the yeomanry.
MATTHEW [aghast]The yeomanry!
LARRY [looking up from his paper].Take care,Tom!In Rosscullen a yeoman means a sort of Orange Bashi-Bazouk.In England,Mat,they call a freehold farmer a yeoman.
MATTHEW [huffily].I don't need to be insthructed be you,Larry Doyle.Some people think no one knows anythin but dhemselves.[To Broadbent,deferentially]Of course I know a gentleman like you would not compare me to the yeomanry.Me own granfather was flogged in the sthreets of Athenmullet be them when they put a gun in the thatch of his house an then went and found it there,bad cess to them!
BROADBENT [with sympathetic interest].Then you are not the first martyr of your family,Mr Haffigan?
MATTHEW.They turned me out o the farm I made out of the stones o Little Rosscullen hill wid me own hans.
BROADBENT.I have heard about it;and my blood still boils at the thought.[Calling]Hodson--HODSON [behind the corner of the house]Yes,sir.[He hurries forward].
BROADBENT.Hodson:this gentleman's sufferings should make every Englishman think.It is want of thought rather than want of heart that allows such iniquities to disgrace society.
HODSON [prosaically].Yes sir.
MATTHEW.Well,I'll be goin.Good mornin to you kindly,sir.
BROADBENT.You have some distance to go,Mr Haffigan:will you allow me to drive you home?
MATTHEW.Oh sure it'd be throublin your honor.
BROADBENT.I insist:it will give me the greatest pleasure,Iassure you.My car is in the stable:I can get it round in five minutes.
MATTHEW.Well,sir,if you wouldn't mind,we could bring the pig I've just bought from Corny.
BROADBENT [with enthusiasm].Certainly,Mr Haffigan:it will be quite delightful to drive with a pig in the car:I shall feel quite like an Irishman.Hodson:stay with Mr Haffigan;and give him a hand with the pig if necessary.Come,Larry;and help me.
[He rushes away through the shrubbery].
LARRY [throwing the paper ill-humoredly on the chair].Look here,Tom!here,I say!confound it![he runs after him].
MATTHEW [glowering disdainfully at Hodson,and sitting down on Cornelius's chair as an act of social self-assertion]N are you the valley?
HODSON.The valley?Oh,I follow you:yes:I'm Mr Broadbent's valet.
MATTHEW.Ye have an aisy time of it:you look purty sleek.[With suppressed ferocity]Look at me!Do I look sleek?
HODSON [sadly].I wish I ad your ealth:you look as hard as nails.I suffer from an excess of uric acid.
MATTHEW.Musha what sort o disease is zhouragassid?Didjever suffer from injustice and starvation?Dhat's the Irish disease.
It's aisy for you to talk o sufferin,an you livin on the fat o the land wid money wrung from us.
HODSON [Coolly].Wots wrong with you,old chap?Has ennybody been doin ennything to you?
MATTHEW.Anythin timme!Didn't your English masther say that the blood biled in him to hear the way they put a rint on me for the farm I made wid me own hans,and turned me out of it to give it to Billy Byrne?
HODSON.Ow,Tom Broadbent's blood boils pretty easy over ennything that appens out of his own country.Don't you be taken in by my ole man,Paddy.
MATTHEW [indignantly].Paddy yourself!How dar you call me Paddy?
HODSON [unmoved].You just keep your hair on and listen to me.
