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He
reassumed
the
provincial
's
voice
and
repeated
:
--
I
TOLD
THEM
ALL
AT
DINNER
ABOUT
IT
AND
FATHER
DOLAN
AND
I
AND
ALL
OF
US
WE
HAD
A
HEARTY
LAUGH
TOGETHER
OVER
IT
.
HA
!
HA
!
HA
!
*
*
*
The
night
of
the
Whitsuntide
play
had
come
and
Stephen
from
the
window
of
the
dressing-room
looked
out
on
the
small
grass-plot
across
which
lines
of
Chinese
lanterns
were
stretched
.
He
watched
the
visitors
come
down
the
steps
from
the
house
and
pass
into
the
theatre
.
Stewards
in
evening
dress
,
old
Belvedereans
,
loitered
in
groups
about
the
entrance
to
the
theatre
and
ushered
in
the
visitors
with
Ceremony
.
Under
the
sudden
glow
of
a
lantern
he
could
recognize
the
smiling
face
of
a
priest
.
The
Blessed
Sacrament
had
been
removed
from
the
tabernacle
and
the
first
benches
had
been
driven
back
so
as
to
leave
the
dais
of
the
altar
and
the
space
before
it
free
.
Against
the
walls
stood
companies
of
barbells
and
Indian
clubs
;
the
dumbbells
were
piled
in
one
corner
:
and
in
the
midst
of
countless
hillocks
of
gymnasium
shoes
and
sweaters
and
singlets
in
untidy
brown
parcels
there
stood
the
stout
leather
-
jacketed
vaulting
horse
waiting
its
turn
to
be
carried
up
on
the
stage
and
set
in
the
middle
of
the
winning
team
at
the
end
of
the
gymnastic
display
.
Stephen
,
though
in
deference
to
his
reputation
for
essay
writing
he
had
been
elected
secretary
to
the
gymnasium
,
had
had
no
part
in
the
first
section
of
the
programme
but
in
the
play
which
formed
the
second
section
he
had
the
chief
part
,
that
of
a
farcical
pedagogue
.
He
had
been
cast
for
it
on
account
of
his
stature
and
grave
manners
for
he
was
now
at
the
end
of
his
second
year
at
Belvedere
and
in
number
two
.
A
score
of
the
younger
boys
in
white
knickers
and
singlets
came
pattering
down
from
the
stage
,
through
the
vestry
and
to
the
chapel
.
The
vestry
and
chapel
were
peopled
with
eager
masters
and
boys
.
The
plump
bald
sergeant
major
was
testing
with
his
foot
the
springboard
of
the
vaulting
horse
.
The
lean
young
man
in
a
long
overcoat
,
who
was
to
give
a
special
display
of
intricate
club
swinging
,
stood
near
watching
with
interest
,
his
silver-coated
clubs
peeping
out
of
his
deep
side-pockets
.
The
hollow
rattle
of
the
wooden
dumbbells
was
heard
as
another
team
made
ready
to
go
up
on
the
stage
:
and
in
another
moment
the
excited
prefect
was
hustling
the
boys
through
the
vestry
like
a
flock
of
geese
,
flapping
the
wings
of
his
soutane
nervously
and
crying
to
the
laggards
to
make
haste
.
A
little
troop
of
Neapolitan
peasants
were
practising
their
steps
at
the
end
of
the
chapel
,
some
circling
their
arms
above
their
heads
,
some
swaying
their
baskets
of
paper
violets
and
curtsying
.
In
a
dark
corner
of
the
chapel
at
the
gospel
side
of
the
altar
a
stout
old
lady
knelt
amid
her
copious
black
skirts
.
When
she
stood
up
a
pink-dressed
figure
,
wearing
a
curly
golden
wig
and
an
old-fashioned
straw
sunbonnet
,
with
black
pencilled
eyebrows
and
cheeks
delicately
rouged
and
powdered
,
was
discovered
.
A
low
murmur
of
curiosity
ran
round
the
chapel
at
the
discovery
of
this
girlish
figure
.
One
of
the
prefects
,
smiling
and
nodding
his
head
,
approached
the
dark
corner
and
,
having
bowed
to
the
stout
old
lady
,
said
pleasantly
:
--
Is
this
a
beautiful
young
lady
or
a
doll
that
you
have
here
,
Mrs
Tallon
?
Then
,
bending
down
to
peer
at
the
smiling
painted
face
under
the
leaf
of
the
bonnet
,
he
exclaimed
:
