NORA. No: I'm out with you [she disarranges the pieces and rises]. I was too wicked in a former existence to play backgammon with a good man like you.
AUNT JUDY [whispering to her]. Whisht, whisht, child! Don't set him back on that again.
KEEGAN [to Nora]. When I look at you, I think that perhaps Ireland is only purgatory, after all. [He passes on to the garden door].
NORA. Galong with you!
BROADBENT [whispering to Cornelius]. Has he a vote?
CORNELIUS [nodding]. Yes. An there's lots'll vote the way he tells them.
KEEGAN [at the garden door, with gentle gravity]. Good evening, Mr Broadbent. You have set me thinking. Thank you.
BROADBENT [delighted, hurrying across to him to shake hands]. No, really? You find that contact with English ideas is stimulating, eh?
KEEGAN. I am never tired of hearing you talk, Mr Broadbent.
BROADBENT [modestly remonstrating]. Oh come! come!