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--
Will
you
tell
Doyle
with
my
best
compliments
that
I
damned
his
eyes
?
answered
Heron
.
--
Well
,
I
must
go
now
,
said
Stephen
,
who
cared
little
for
such
points
of
honour
.
--
I
would
n't
,
said
Heron
,
damn
me
if
I
would
.
That
's
no
way
to
send
for
one
of
the
senior
boys
.
In
a
bake
,
indeed
!
I
think
it
's
quite
enough
that
you
're
taking
a
part
in
his
bally
old
play
.
This
spirit
of
quarrelsome
comradeship
which
he
had
observed
lately
in
his
rival
had
not
seduced
Stephen
from
his
habits
of
quiet
obedience
.
He
mistrusted
the
turbulence
and
doubted
the
sincerity
of
such
comradeship
which
seemed
to
him
a
sorry
anticipation
of
manhood
.
The
question
of
honour
here
raised
was
,
like
all
such
questions
,
trivial
to
him
.
While
his
mind
had
been
pursuing
its
intangible
phantoms
and
turning
in
irresolution
from
such
pursuit
he
had
heard
about
him
the
constant
voices
of
his
father
and
of
his
masters
,
urging
him
to
be
a
gentleman
above
all
things
and
urging
him
to
be
a
good
catholic
above
all
things
.
These
voices
had
now
come
to
be
hollow-sounding
in
his
ears
.
When
the
gymnasium
had
been
opened
he
had
heard
another
voice
urging
him
to
be
strong
and
manly
and
healthy
and
when
the
movement
towards
national
revival
had
begun
to
be
felt
in
the
college
yet
another
voice
had
bidden
him
be
true
to
his
country
and
help
to
raise
up
her
language
and
tradition
.
In
the
profane
world
,
as
he
foresaw
,
a
worldly
voice
would
bid
him
raise
up
his
father
's
fallen
state
by
his
labours
and
,
meanwhile
,
the
voice
of
his
school
comrades
urged
him
to
be
a
decent
fellow
,
to
shield
others
from
blame
or
to
beg
them
off
and
to
do
his
best
to
get
free
days
for
the
school
.
And
it
was
the
din
of
all
these
hollow-sounding
voices
that
made
him
halt
irresolutely
in
the
pursuit
of
phantoms
.
He
gave
them
ear
only
for
a
time
but
he
was
happy
only
when
he
was
far
from
them
,
beyond
their
call
,
alone
or
in
the
company
of
phantasmal
comrades
.
In
the
vestry
a
plump
fresh-faced
jesuit
and
an
elderly
man
,
in
shabby
blue
clothes
,
were
dabbling
in
a
case
of
paints
and
chalks
.
The
boys
who
had
been
painted
walked
about
or
stood
still
awkwardly
,
touching
their
faces
in
a
gingerly
fashion
with
their
furtive
fingertips
.
In
the
middle
of
the
vestry
a
young
jesuit
,
who
was
then
on
a
visit
to
the
college
,
stood
rocking
himself
rhythmically
from
the
tips
of
his
toes
to
his
heels
and
back
again
,
his
hands
thrust
well
forward
into
his
side-pockets
.
His
small
head
set
off
with
glossy
red
curls
and
his
newly
shaven
face
agreed
well
with
the
spotless
decency
of
his
soutane
and
with
his
spotless
shoes
.
As
he
watched
this
swaying
form
and
tried
to
read
for
himself
the
legend
of
the
priest
's
mocking
smile
there
came
into
Stephen
's
memory
a
saying
which
he
had
heard
from
his
father
before
he
had
been
sent
to
Clongowes
,
that
you
could
always
tell
a
jesuit
by
the
style
of
his
clothes
.
At
the
same
moment
he
thought
he
saw
a
likeness
between
his
father
's
mind
and
that
of
this
smiling
well-dressed
priest
:
and
he
was
aware
of
some
desecration
of
the
priest
's
office
or
of
the
vestry
itself
whose
silence
was
now
routed
by
loud
talk
and
joking
and
its
air
pungent
with
the
smells
of
the
gas-jets
and
the
grease
.
While
his
forehead
was
being
wrinkled
and
his
jaws
painted
black
and
blue
by
the
elderly
man
,
he
listened
distractedly
to
the
voice
of
the
plump
young
jesuit
which
bade
him
speak
up
and
make
his
points
clearly
.
He
could
hear
the
band
playing
THE
LILY
OF
KILLARNEY
and
knew
that
in
a
few
moments
the
curtain
would
go
up
.
He
felt
no
stage
fright
but
the
thought
of
the
part
he
had
to
play
humiliated
him
.
A
remembrance
of
some
of
his
lines
made
a
sudden
flush
rise
to
his
painted
cheeks
.
He
saw
her
serious
alluring
eyes
watching
him
from
among
the
audience
and
their
image
at
once
swept
away
his
scruples
,
leaving
his
will
compact
.
Another
nature
seemed
to
have
been
lent
him
:
the
infection
of
the
excitement
and
youth
about
him
entered
into
and
transformed
his
moody
mistrustfulness
.
For
one
rare
moment
he
seemed
to
be
clothed
in
the
real
apparel
of
boyhood
:
and
,
as
he
stood
in
the
wings
among
the
other
players
,
he
shared
the
common
mirth
amid
which
the
drop
scene
was
hauled
upwards
by
two
able-bodied
priests
with
violent
jerks
and
all
awry
.
A
few
moments
after
he
found
himself
on
the
stage
amid
the
garish
gas
and
the
dim
scenery
,
acting
before
the
innumerable
faces
of
the
void
.
It
surprised
him
to
see
that
the
play
which
he
had
known
at
rehearsals
for
a
disjointed
lifeless
thing
had
suddenly
assumed
a
life
of
its
own
.
It
seemed
now
to
play
itself
,
he
and
his
fellow
actors
aiding
it
with
their
parts
.
When
the
curtain
fell
on
the
last
scene
he
heard
the
void
filled
with
applause
and
,
through
a
rift
in
a
side
scene
,
saw
the
simple
body
before
which
he
had
acted
magically
deformed
,
the
void
of
faces
breaking
at
all
points
and
falling
asunder
into
busy
groups
.
He
left
the
stage
quickly
and
rid
himself
of
his
mummery
and
passed
out
through
the
chapel
into
the
college
garden
.
Now
that
the
play
was
over
his
nerves
cried
for
some
further
adventure
.
He
hurried
onwards
as
if
to
overtake
it
.
The
doors
of
the
theatre
were
all
open
and
the
audience
had
emptied
out
.
On
the
lines
which
he
had
fancied
the
moorings
of
an
ark
a
few
lanterns
swung
in
the
night
breeze
,
flickering
cheerlessly
.
He
mounted
the
steps
from
the
garden
in
haste
,
eager
that
some
prey
should
not
elude
him
,
and
forced
his
way
through
the
crowd
in
the
hall
and
past
the
two
jesuits
who
stood
watching
the
exodus
and
bowing
and
shaking
hands
with
the
visitors
.
He
pushed
onward
nervously
,
feigning
a
still
greater
haste
and
faintly
conscious
of
the
smiles
and
stares
and
nudges
which
his
powdered
head
left
in
its
wake
.
