– It’s been a long time, Father.
– Welcome home. Thank you, boys.
The place looks wonderful. We’ve had some rough phases.
But I think she’s coming up right along. – Fee.
– Hello, Ralph. I should be kissing your hand
now that you’re an archbishop. Fee, not you. How are you? You never tell me a thing
when you send me your financial reports. – Where’s Meggie?
– Still in Queensland. At least I guess she is. Haven’t heard a word since Christmas,
and that’s been six months. Queensland? Whatever is she doing there? They’re settling there, you know. Although we’re all wondering
if Luke will ever buy a place. Luke’s work takes him away
most of the time, I gather. So Meggie stays with some friends of his. Luke? Meggie’s husband. Ralph, you didn’t know Meggie married? Little Meggie? And no one told me? – Blimey, did she never write to you?
– Luke’s not Catholic, you see. Meggie wanted to tell you herself. You wanted her to marry. In fact, you’re quite good
at getting what you want, aren’t you? Mary Carson’s been dead, how long? And here you are, an archbishop already. What kind of man is this Luke ‘Neill… that he roams about and doesn’t even
make a home for Meggie? The ambitious kind.