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?
LARRY. I'm afraid my ideas would not be popular enough.
CORNELIUS. I don't know that. Do you, Barney?