Doran [jovially].  Never mind.  Come along all the same and tell us about it over a frenly glass.

Broadbent.  May I say how deeply I feel the kindness with which I have been overwhelmed since my accident?  I can truthfully declare that I am glad it happened, because it has brought out the kindness and sympathy of the Irish character to an extent I had no conception of.

 Several {Oh, sure you’re welcome! 
 Present. {Sure it’s only natural. 
          {Sure you might have been kilt.

A young man, on the point of bursting, hurries out.  Barney puts an iron constraint on his features.

Broadbent.  All I can say is that I wish I could drink the health of everyone of you.

Doran.  Dhen come an do it.

Broadbent [very solemnly].  No:  I am a teetotaller.

Aunt Judy [incredulously].  Arra since when?

Broadbent.  Since this morning, Miss Doyle.  I have had a lesson [he looks at Nora significantly] that I shall not forget.  It may be that total abstinence has already saved my life; for I was astonished at the steadiness of my nerves when death stared me in the face today.  So I will ask you to excuse me. [He collects himself for a speech].  Gentlemen:  I hope the gravity of the peril through which we have all passed—­for I know that the danger to the bystanders was as great as to the occupants of the car—­will prove an earnest of closer and more serious relations between us in the future.  We have had a somewhat agitating day:  a valuable and innocent animal has lost its life:  a public building has been wrecked:  an aged and infirm lady has suffered an impact for which I feel personally responsible, though my old friend Mr Laurence Doyle unfortunately incurred the first effects of her very natural resentment.  I greatly regret the damage to Mr Patrick Farrell’s fingers; and I have of course taken care that he shall not suffer pecuniarily by his mishap. [Murmurs of admiration at his magnanimity, and A Voice “You’re a gentleman, sir"].  I am glad to say that Patsy took it like an Irishman, and, far from expressing any vindictive feeling, declared his willingness to break all his fingers and toes for me on the same terms [subdued applause, and “More power to Patsy!"].  Gentlemen:  I felt at home in Ireland from the first [rising excitement among his hearers].  In every Irish breast I have found that spirit of liberty [A cheery voice “Hear Hear"], that instinctive mistrust of the Government [A small pious voice, with intense expression, “God bless you, sir!"], that love of independence [A defiant voice, “That’s it!  Independence!"], that indignant sympathy with the cause of oppressed nationalities abroad [A threatening growl from all:  the ground-swell of patriotic passion], and with the resolute assertion of personal rights at home, which is all but extinct in my own country.  If it were