Aunt Judy comes down the hill, a woman of 50, in no way remarkable, lively and busy without energy or grip, placid without tranquillity, kindly without concern for others: indeed without much concern for herself: a contented product of a narrow, strainless life. She wears her hair parted in the middle and quite smooth, with a fattened bun at the back. Her dress is a plain brown frock, with a woollen pelerine of black and aniline mauve over her shoulders, all very trim in honor of the occasion. She looks round for Larry; is puzzled; then stares incredulously at Broadbent. AUNT JUDY. Surely to goodness that's not you, Larry! CORNELIUS. Arra how could he be Larry, woman alive? Larry's in no hurry home, it seems. I haven't set eyes on him. This is his friend, Mr Broadbent. Mr Broadbent, me sister Judy. AUNT JUDY [hospitably: going to Broadbent and shaking hands heartily]. Mr. Broadbent! Fancy me takin you for Larry! Sure we haven't seen a sight of him for eighteen years, n he only a lad when he left us. BROADBENT. It's not Larry's fault: he was to have been here before me. He started in our motor an hour before Mr Doyle arrived, to meet us at Athenmullet, intending to get here long before me. AUNT JUDY. Lord save us! do you think he's had n axidnt? BROADBENT. No: he's wired to say he's had a breakdown and will come on as soon as he can. He expects to be here at about ten. AUNT JUDY. There now! Fancy him trustn himself in a motor and we all expectn him! Just like him! he'd never do anything like anybody else. Well, what can't be cured must be injoored. Come on in, all of you. You must be dyin for your tea, Mr Broadbent. BROADBENT [with a slight start]. Oh, I'm afraid it's too late for tea [he looks at his watch]. AUNT JUDY. Not a bit: we never have it airlier than this. I hope they gave you a good dinner at Athenmullet. BROADBENT [trying to conceal his consternation as he realizes that he is not going to get any dinner after his drive] Oh--er--excellent, excellent. By the way, hadn't I better see about a room at the hotel? [They stare at him]. CORNELIUS. The hotel! FATHER DEMPSEY. Hwat hotel? AUNT JUDY. Indeedn you'e not goin to a hotel. You'll stay with us. I'd have put you into Larry's room, only the boy's pallyass is too short for you; but we'll make a comfortable bed for you on the sofa in the parlor. BROADBENT. You're very kind, Miss Doyle; but really I'm ashamed to give you so much trouble unnecessarily. I shan't mind the hotel in the least. FATHER DEMPSEY. Man alive! There's no hotel in Rosscullen. BROADBENT. No hotel! Why, the driver told me there was the finest hotel in Ireland here. [They regard him joylessly]. AUNT JUDY. Arra would you mind what the like of him would tell you? Sure he'd say hwatever was the least trouble to himself and the pleasantest to you, thinkin you might give him a thruppeny bit for himself or the like. BROADBENT. Perhaps there's a public house. FATHER DEMPSEY [grimly.] There's seventeen.