第2章 ACT I(2)

Besides,I'm Irish,sir:a poor ather,but a powerful dhrinker.

BROADBENT.I was just about to ring for tea when you came.Sit down,Mr Haffigan.

TIM.Tay is a good dhrink if your nerves can stand it.Mine can't.

Haffigan sits down at the writing table,with his back to the filing cabinet.Broadbent sits opposite him.Hodson enters emptyhanded;takes two glasses,a siphon,and a tantalus from the cupboard;places them before Broadbent on the writing table;looks ruthlessly at Haffigan,who cannot meet his eye;and retires.

BROADBENT.Try a whisky and soda.

TIM [sobered].There you touch the national wakeness,sir.

[Piously]Not that I share it meself.I've seen too much of the mischief of it.

BROADBENT [pouring the whisky].Say when.

TIM.Not too sthrong.[Broadbent stops and looks enquiringly at him].Say half-an-half.[Broadbent,somewhat startled by this demand,pours a little more,and again stops and looks].Just a dhrain more:the lower half o the tumbler doesn't hold a fair half.Thankya.

BROADBENT [laughing].You Irishmen certainly do know how to drink.[Pouring some whisky for himself]Now that's my poor English idea of a whisky and soda.

TIM.An a very good idea it is too.Dhrink is the curse o me unhappy counthry.I take it meself because I've a wake heart and a poor digestion;but in principle I'm a teetoatler.

BROADBENT [suddenly solemn and strenuous].So am I,of course.

I'm a Local Optionist to the backbone.You have no idea,Mr Haffigan,of the ruin that is wrought in this country by the unholy alliance of the publicans,the bishops,the Tories,and The Times.We must close the public-houses at all costs [he drinks].

TIM.Sure I know.It's awful [he drinks].I see you're a good Liberal like meself,sir.

BROADBENT.I am a lover of liberty,like every true Englishman,Mr Haffigan.My name is Broadbent.If my name were Breitstein,and I had a hooked nose and a house in Park Lane,I should carry a Union Jack handkerchief and a penny trumpet,and tax the food of the people to support the Navy League,and clamor for the destruction of the last remnants of national liberty--TIM.Not another word.Shake hands.

BROADBENT.But I should like to explain--

TIM.Sure I know every word you're goin to say before yev said it.I know the sort o man yar.An so you're thinkin o comin to Ireland for a bit?

BROADBENT.Where else can I go?I am an Englishman and a Liberal;and now that South Africa has been enslaved and destroyed,there is no country left to me to take an interest in but Ireland.

Mind:I don't say that an Englishman has not other duties.He has a duty to Finland and a duty to Macedonia.But what sane man can deny that an Englishman's first duty is his duty to Ireland?

Unfortunately,we have politicians here more unscrupulous than Bobrikoff,more bloodthirsty than Abdul the Damned;and it is under their heel that Ireland is now writhing.

TIM.Faith,they've reckoned up with poor oul Bobrikoff anyhow.

BROADBENT.Not that I defend assassination:God forbid!However strongly we may feel that the unfortunate and patriotic young man who avenged the wrongs of Finland on the Russian tyrant was perfectly right from his own point of view,yet every civilized man must regard murder with abhorrence.Not even in defence of Free Trade would I lift my hand against a political opponent,however richly he might deserve it.

TIM.I'm sure you wouldn't;and I honor you for it.You're goin to Ireland,then,out o sympithy:is it?

BROADBENT.I'm going to develop an estate there for the Land Development Syndicate,in which I am interested.I am convinced that all it needs to make it pay is to handle it properly,as estates are handled in England.You know the English plan,Mr Haffigan,don't you?

TIM.Bedad I do,sir.Take all you can out of Ireland and spend it in England:that's it.

BROADBENT [not quite liking this].My plan,sir,will be to take a little money out of England and spend it in Ireland.

TIM.More power to your elbow!an may your shadda never be less!for you're the broth of a boy intirely.An how can I help you?

Command me to the last dhrop o me blood.

BROADBENT.Have you ever heard of Garden City?

TIM [doubtfully].D'ye mane Heavn?

BROADBENT.Heaven!No:it's near Hitchin.If you can spare half an hour I'll go into it with you.

TIM.I tell you hwat.Gimme a prospectus.Lemme take it home and reflect on it.

BROADBENT.You're quite right:I will.[He gives him a copy of Mr Ebenezer Howard's book,and several pamphlets].You understand that the map of the city--the circular construction--is only a suggestion.

TIM.I'll make a careful note o that [looking dazedly at the map].

BROADBENT.What I say is,why not start a Garden City in Ireland?

TIM [with enthusiasm].That's just what was on the tip o me tongue to ask you.Why not?[Defiantly]Tell me why not.

BROADBENT.There are difficulties.I shall overcome them;but there are difficulties.When I first arrive in Ireland I shall be hated as an Englishman.As a Protestant,I shall be denounced from every altar.My life may be in danger.Well,I am prepared to face that.

TIM.Never fear,sir.We know how to respict a brave innimy.

BROADBENT.What I really dread is misunderstanding.I think you could help me to avoid that.When I heard you speak the other evening in Bermondsey at the meeting of the National League,Isaw at once that you were--You won't mind my speaking frankly?

TIM.Tell me all me faults as man to man.I can stand anything but flatthery.

BROADBENT.May I put it in this way?--that I saw at once that you were a thorough Irishman,with all the faults and all,the qualities of your race:rash and improvident but brave and goodnatured;not likely to succeed in business on your own account perhaps,but eloquent,humorous,a lover of freedom,and a true follower of that great Englishman Gladstone.

TIM.Spare me blushes.I mustn't sit here to be praised to me face.But I confess to the goodnature:it's an Irish wakeness.

I'd share me last shillin with a friend.

BROADBENT.I feel sure you would,Mr Haffigan.