AUNT JUDY. Ah then, how could you stay at a public house? They'd have no place to put you even if it was a right place for you to go. Come! is it the sofa you're afraid of? If it is, you can have me own bed. I can sleep with Nora. BROADBENT. Not at all, not at all: I should be only too delighted. But to upset your arrangements in this way-- CORNELIUS [anxious to cut short the discussion, which makes him ashamed of his house; for he guesses Broadbent's standard of comfort a little more accurately than his sister does] That's all right: it'll be no trouble at all. Hweres Nora? AUNT JUDY. Oh, how do I know? She slipped out a little while ago: I thought she was goin to meet the car. CORNELIUS [dissatisfied] It's a queer thing of her to run out o the way at such a time. AUNT JUDY. Sure she's a queer girl altogether. Come. Come in, come in. FATHER DEMPSEY. I'll say good-night, Mr Broadbent. If there's anything I can do for you in this parish, let me know. [He shakes hands with Broadbent]. BROADBENT [effusively cordial]. Thank you, Father Dempsey. Delighted to have met you, sir. FATHER DEMPSEY [passing on to Aunt Judy]. Good-night, Miss Doyle. AUNT JUDY. Won't you stay to tea? FATHER DEMPSEY. Not to-night, thank you kindly: I have business to do at home. [He turns to go, and meets Patsy Farrell returning unloaded]. Have you left that hamper for me? PATSY. Yis, your reverence. FATHER DEMPSEY. That's a good lad [going]. PATSY [to Aunt Judy] Fadher Keegan sez-- FATHER DEMPSEY [turning sharply on him]. What's that you say? PATSY [frightened]. Fadher Keegan-- FATHER DEMPSEY. How often have you heard me bid you call Mister Keegan in his proper name, the same as I do? Father Keegan indeed! Can't you tell the difference between your priest and any ole madman in a black coat? PATSY. Sure I'm afraid he might put a spell on me. FATHER DEMPSEY [wrathfully]. You mind what I tell you or I'll put a spell on you that'll make you lep. D'ye mind that now? [He goes home]. Patsy goes down the hill to retrieve the fish, the bird, and the sack. AUNT JUDY. Ah, hwy can't you hold your tongue, Patsy, before Father Dempsey? PATSY. Well, what was I to do? Father Keegan bid me tell you Miss Nora was gone to the Roun Tower. AUNT JUDY. An hwy couldn't you wait to tell us until Father Dempsey was gone? PATSY. I was afeerd o forgetn it; and then maybe he'd a sent the grasshopper or the little dark looker into me at night to remind me of it. [The dark looker is the common grey lizard, which is supposed to walk down the throats of incautious sleepers and cause them to perish in a slow decline]. CORNELIUS. Yah, you great gaum, you! Widjer grasshoppers and dark lookers! Here: take up them things and let me hear no more o your foolish lip. [Patsy obeys]. You can take the sammin under your oxther. [He wedges the salmon into Patsy's axilla].