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"
Listen
to
that
!
"
said
his
wife
.
"
I
bar
the
candles
,
"
said
Mr.
Kernan
,
conscious
of
having
created
an
effect
on
his
audience
and
continuing
to
shake
his
head
to
and
fro
.
"
I
bar
the
magic-lantern
business
.
"
Everyone
laughed
heartily
.
"
There
's
a
nice
Catholic
for
you
!
"
said
his
wife
.
"
No
candles
!
"
repeated
Mr.
Kernan
obdurately
.
"
That
's
off
!
"
The
transept
of
the
Jesuit
Church
in
Gardiner
Street
was
almost
full
;
and
still
at
every
moment
gentlemen
entered
from
the
side
door
and
,
directed
by
the
lay-brother
,
walked
on
tiptoe
along
the
aisles
until
they
found
seating
accommodation
.
The
gentlemen
were
all
well
dressed
and
orderly
.
The
light
of
the
lamps
of
the
church
fell
upon
an
assembly
of
black
clothes
and
white
collars
,
relieved
here
and
there
by
tweeds
,
on
dark
mottled
pillars
of
green
marble
and
on
lugubrious
canvases
.
The
gentlemen
sat
in
the
benches
,
having
hitched
their
trousers
slightly
above
their
knees
and
laid
their
hats
in
security
.
They
sat
well
back
and
gazed
formally
at
the
distant
speck
of
red
light
which
was
suspended
before
the
high
altar
.
In
one
of
the
benches
near
the
pulpit
sat
Mr.
Cunningham
and
Mr.
Kernan
.
In
the
bench
behind
sat
Mr.
M'Coy
alone
:
and
in
the
bench
behind
him
sat
Mr.
Power
and
Mr.
Fogarty
.
Mr.
M'Coy
had
tried
unsuccessfully
to
find
a
place
in
the
bench
with
the
others
,
and
,
when
the
party
had
settled
down
in
the
form
of
a
quincunx
,
he
had
tried
unsuccessfully
to
make
comic
remarks
.
As
these
had
not
been
well
received
,
he
had
desisted
.
Even
he
was
sensible
of
the
decorous
atmosphere
and
even
he
began
to
respond
to
the
religious
stimulus
.
In
a
whisper
,
Mr.
Cunningham
drew
Mr.
Kernan
's
attention
to
Mr.
Harford
,
the
moneylender
,
who
sat
some
distance
off
,
and
to
Mr.
Fanning
,
the
registration
agent
and
mayor
maker
of
the
city
,
who
was
sitting
immediately
under
the
pulpit
beside
one
of
the
newly
elected
councillors
of
the
ward
.
To
the
right
sat
old
Michael
Grimes
,
the
owner
of
three
pawnbroker
's
shops
,
and
Dan
Hogan
's
nephew
,
who
was
up
for
the
job
in
the
Town
Clerk
's
office
.
Farther
in
front
sat
Mr.
Hendrick
,
the
chief
reporter
of
The
Freeman
's
Journal
,
and
poor
O'Carroll
,
an
old
friend
of
Mr.
Kernan
's
,
who
had
been
at
one
time
a
considerable
commercial
figure
.
Gradually
,
as
he
recognised
familiar
faces
,
Mr.
Kernan
began
to
feel
more
at
home
.
His
hat
,
which
had
been
rehabilitated
by
his
wife
,
rested
upon
his
knees
.
Once
or
twice
he
pulled
down
his
cuffs
with
one
hand
while
he
held
the
brim
of
his
hat
lightly
,
but
firmly
,
with
the
other
hand
.
A
powerful-looking
figure
,
the
upper
part
of
which
was
draped
with
a
white
surplice
,
was
observed
to
be
struggling
into
the
pulpit
.
Simultaneously
the
congregation
unsettled
,
produced
handkerchiefs
and
knelt
upon
them
with
care
.
Mr.
Kernan
followed
the
general
example
.
The
priest
's
figure
now
stood
upright
in
the
pulpit
,
two-thirds
of
its
bulk
,
crowned
by
a
massive
red
face
,
appearing
above
the
balustrade
.
Father
Purdon
knelt
down
,
turned
towards
the
red
speck
of
light
and
,
covering
his
face
with
his
hands
,
prayed
.
After
an
interval
,
he
uncovered
his
face
and
rose
.
The
congregation
rose
also
and
settled
again
on
its
benches
.
Mr.
Kernan
restored
his
hat
to
its
original
position
on
his
knee
and
presented
an
attentive
face
to
the
preacher
.
