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DUBLINERS (14/15), by James Joyce (1882-1941).

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•GRACE.	•GRACIA..
•Two gentlemen who were in the lavatory at the time tried to lift him up: but he was quite helpless. •He lay curled up at the foot of the stairs down which he had fallen. •They succeeded in turning him over.	•Dos caballeros que estaban en el baño en ese momento trataron de levantarlo: pero estaba totalmente inerme. •Yacía acurrucado al pie de la escalera por la que había caído. •Lograron voltearlo.
•His hat had rolled a few yards away and his clothes were smeared with the filth and ooze of the floor on which he had lain, face downwards.	•Su sombrero había rodado a unos metros y su ropa estaba manchada con la suciedad y el lodo del piso en el que había quedado, boca abajo.
•His eyes were closed and he breathed with a grunting noise. •A thin stream of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.	•Sus ojos estaban cerrados y respiraba con un gruñido. •Un fino hilo de sangre goteaba desde la esquina de su boca.
•These two gentlemen and one of the curates carried him up the stairs and laid him down again on the floor of the bar. •In two minutes he was surrounded by a ring of men. •The manager of the bar asked everyone who he was and who was with him. •No one knew who he was but one of the curates said he had served the gentleman with a small rum.	•Estos dos caballeros y uno de los curas lo llevaron por las escaleras y lo acostaron de nuevo en el suelo del bar. •En dos minutos estuvo rodeado por un círculo de hombres. •El encargado del bar preguntó a todos quién era y quién estaba con él. •Nadie sabía quién era, pero uno de los curas dijo que había servido al caballero un pequeño ron.
•“Was he by himself?” asked the manager.	•"¿Estaba solo?", preguntó el encargado.
•“No, sir. •There was two gentlemen with him.” “And where are they?” No one knew; a voice said: “Give him air. •He’s fainted.” The ring of onlookers distended and closed again elastically. •A dark medal of blood had formed itself near the man’s head on the tessellated floor. •The manager, alarmed by the grey pallor of the man’s face, sent for a policeman.	•"No, señor. •Había dos caballeros con él". "¿Y dónde están?". Nadie lo sabía; una voz dijo: "Denle aire. •Se ha desmayado''. El círculo de curiosos se distendió y volvió a cerrarse elásticamente. •En el suelo teselado se había formado una medalla de sangre cerca de la cabeza del hombre. •El encargado, alarmado por la palidez gris de la cara del hombre, mandó llamar a un policía.
•His collar was unfastened and his necktie undone. •He opened his eyes for an instant, sighed and closed them again. •One of gentlemen who had carried him upstairs held a dinged silk hat in his hand. •The manager asked repeatedly did no one know who the injured man was or where had his friends gone. •The door of the bar opened and an immense constable entered. •A crowd which had followed him down the laneway collected outside the door, struggling to look in through the glass panels.	•Su cuello estaba abierto y su corbata desabrochada. •Abrió los ojos por un momento, suspiró y volvió a cerrarlos. •Uno de los caballeros que lo había subido, tenía un sombrero de seda abollado en la mano. •El encargado preguntó repetidamente si nadie sabía quién era el hombre herido o a dónde se habían ido sus amigos. •La puerta del bar se abrió y entró un inmenso policía. •Una multitud que lo había seguido por el callejón se apiñó fuera de la puerta, luchando por mirar a través de los paneles de vidrio.
•The manager at once began to narrate what he knew. •The constable, a young man with thick immobile features, listened. •He moved his head slowly to right and left and from the manager to the person on the floor, as if he feared to be the victim of some delusion. •Then he drew off his glove, produced a small book from his waist, licked the lead of his pencil and made ready to indite. •He asked in a suspicious provincial accent: “Who is the man? •What’s his name and address?” A young man in a cycling-suit cleared his way through the ring of bystanders. •He knelt down promptly beside the injured man and called for water. •The constable knelt down also to help. •The young man washed the blood from the injured man’s mouth and then called for some brandy.	•El encargado inmediatamente comenzó a narrar lo que sabía. •El agente, un hombre joven de rasgos gruesos e inmóviles, escuchaba. •Movía la cabeza lentamente a derecha e izquierda y del encargado a la persona que estaba en el suelo, como si temiera ser víctima de alguna ilusión. •Luego se quitó el guante, sacó un cuadernillo de la cintura, lamió la mina del lápiz y se aprestó a redactar. •Preguntó con un sospechoso acento provinciano: "¿Quién es ese hombre? •¿Cuál es su nombre y dirección?". Un joven en traje de ciclista se abrió paso a través del círculo de mirones. •Se arrodilló enseguida junto al herido y pidió agua. •El policía también se arrodilló para ayudar. •El joven lavó la sangre de la boca del herido y después pidió un poco de coñac.
•The constable repeated the order in an authoritative voice until a curate came running with the glass. •The brandy was forced down the man’s throat. •In a few seconds he opened his eyes and looked about him.	•El policía repitió la orden de manera autoritaria hasta que un cura vino corriendo con el vaso. •El brandy fue introducido en la garganta del hombre. •En pocos segundos abrió los ojos y miró a su alrededor.
•He looked at the circle of faces and then, understanding, strove to rise to his feet.	•Miró el círculo de rostros y luego, al entender, se esforzó por levantarse.
•“You’re all right now?” asked the young man in the cycling-suit.	•"¿Está bien ahora?" preguntó el joven en traje de ciclismo.
•“Sha, ’s nothing,” said the injured man, trying to stand up.	•"Chis, no es nada", dijo el hombre herido, tratando de ponerse de pie.
•He was helped to his feet. •The manager said something about a hospital and some of the bystanders gave advice. •The battered silk hat was placed on the man’s head. •The constable asked: “Where do you live?” The man, without answering, began to twirl the ends of his moustache.	•Se le ayudó a ponerse de pie. •El encargado mencionó algo de un hospital y algunos de los mirones dieron consejos. •El sombrero de seda abollado fue colocado sobre la cabeza del hombre. •El agente preguntó: "¿Dónde vive?". Sin responder, el hombre, empezó a atusarse los extremos del bigote.
•He made light of his accident. •It was nothing, he said: only a little accident. •He spoke very thickly.	•Se tomó su accidente a la ligera. •No era nada, dijo: solo un pequeño accidente. •Hablaba con voz muy ronca.
•“Where do you live?” repeated the constable.	•"¿Dónde vive?", repitió el agente.
•The man said they were to get a cab for him. •While the point was being debated a tall agile gentleman of fair complexion, wearing a long yellow ulster, came from the far end of the bar. •Seeing the spectacle, he called out: “Hallo, Tom, old man! •What’s the trouble?” “Sha, ’s nothing,” said the man.	•El hombre dijo que le buscaran un taxi. •Mientras se debatía este punto, un caballero alto y ágil, de tez clara y vestido con un largo abrigo amarillo, se acercó desde el fondo del bar. •Al ver el espectáculo, gritó: "¡Hola, Tom, viejo! •¿Cuál es el problema?'' ''Chis, no pasa nada'', dijo el hombre.
•The new-comer surveyed the deplorable figure before him and then turned to the constable, saying: “It’s all right, constable. •I’ll see him home.” The constable touched his helmet and answered: “All right, Mr Power!” “Come now, Tom,” said Mr Power, taking his friend by the arm. •“No bones broken. •What? •Can you walk?” The young man in the cycling-suit took the man by the other arm and the crowd divided.	•El recién llegado observó la deplorable figura que estaba ante sí y luego se volvió hacia el policía, diciendo: ''Está bien, agente. •Lo llevaré a casa''. El policía tocó su casco y contestó: ''Muy bien, Sr. Power''. '' Venga, Tom'', dijo el Sr. Power, cogiendo a su amigo por el brazo. •''No hay huesos rotos. •¿Qué? •¿Puedes andar?'' el joven en traje de ciclista cogió al hombre por el brazo y la multitud se dividió.
•“How did you get yourself into this mess?” asked Mr Power.	•''¿Cómo te encontraste en este lío?'' preguntó el Sr. Power.
•“The gentleman fell down the stairs,” said the young man.	•''El señor se cayó por las escaleras'', dijo el joven.
•“I’ ’ery ’uch o’liged to you, sir,” said the injured man.	•"Le es...toy muy a..grade..cido, señor", dijo el hombre herido.
•“Not at all.” “’ant we have a little...?” “Not now. •Not now.” The three men left the bar and the crowd sifted through the doors into the laneway. •The manager brought the constable to the stairs to inspect the scene of the accident. •They agreed that the gentleman must have missed his footing. •The customers returned to the counter and a curate set about removing the traces of blood from the floor.	•"Por nada." "¿Po...demos tomar un poco...?" "No ahora. •No ahora". Los tres hombres salieron del bar y la multitud pasó lentamente por las puertas hacia el callejón. •El encargado llevó al agente a las escaleras para inspeccionar la escena del accidente. •Estuvieron de acuerdo en que el caballero debió haber dado un paso en falso. •Los clientes volvieron a la barra y un cura se ocupó de eliminar los rastros de sangre del suelo.
•When they came out into Grafton Street, Mr Power whistled for an outsider. •The injured man said again as well as he could: “I’ ’ery ’uch o’liged to you, sir. •I hope we’ll ’eet again. •’y na’e is Kernan.” The shock and the incipient pain had partly sobered him.	•Cuando salieron a Grafton Street, el Sr. Power silbó llamando a un desconocido. •De nuevo, el hombre herido dijo tan bien como pudo: "Le 'stoy muy 'gradecido, señor. •Espero que nos 'contremos de nuevo. •Me lla...mo Kernan". La conmoción y el dolor incipiente lo habían despejado en parte.
•“Don’t mention it,” said the young man.	•"Ni lo mencione" dijo el joven-.
•They shook hands. •Mr Kernan was hoisted on to the car and, while Mr Power was giving directions to the carman, he expressed his gratitude to the young man and regretted that they could not have a little drink together.	•Se dieron la mano. •El Sr. Kernan fue izado al coche y, mientras el Sr. Power daba indicaciones al cochero, expresó su gratitud al joven y se lamentó que no pudieran tomar una copita juntos.
•“Another time,” said the young man.	•"En otra ocasión", dijo el joven.
•The car drove off towards Westmoreland Street. •As it passed Ballast Office the clock showed half-past nine. •A keen east wind hit them, blowing from the mouth of the river. •Mr Kernan was huddled together with cold. •His friend asked him to tell how the accident had happened.	•El coche se fue en dirección de la calle Westmoreland. •Al pasar por Ballast Office, el reloj marcaba las nueve y media. •Un viento fresco del este les azotó, soplando desde la boca del rio. •El Sr. Kernan estaba acurrucado de frío. •Su amigo le pidió que le dijera qué había pasado
•“I ’an’t, ’an,” he answered, “’y ’ongue is hurt.” “Show.” The other leaned over the well of the car and peered into Mr Kernan’s mouth but he could not see. •He struck a match and, sheltering it in the shell of his hands, peered again into the mouth which Mr Kernan opened obediently. •The swaying movement of the car brought the match to and from the opened mouth. •The lower teeth and gums were covered with clotted blood and a minute piece of the tongue seemed to have been bitten off. •The match was blown out.	•''..o uedo''.contestó, ''.e .uele la .engua''. ''Muestra''. El otro se inclinó sobre el pozo del coche y miró a la boca del Sr. Kernan, pero no pudo ver. •Encendió una cerilla y, abrigándola en sus manos, miró de nuevo en la boca que el Sr. Kernan abrió obedientemente. •El movimiento de vaivén del coche llevaba la cerilla hacia y desde la boca abierta. •Los dientes inferiores y las encías estaban cubiertas de sangre coagulada y un diminuto trozo de lengua parecía haber sido arrancado. •El fósforo se apagó.
•“That’s ugly,” said Mr Power.	•"Eso está feo", dijo el Sr. Power.
•“Sha, ’s nothing,” said Mr Kernan, closing his mouth and pulling the collar of his filthy coat across his neck.	•"Chis, no es nada", dijo el Sr. Kernan, cerrando la boca y levantando el cuello de su sucio abrigo.
•Mr Kernan was a commercial traveller of the old school which believed in the dignity of its calling. •He had never been seen in the city without a silk hat of some decency and a pair of gaiters. •By grace of these two articles of clothing, he said, a man could always pass muster. •He carried on the tradition of his Napoleon, the great Blackwhite, whose memory he evoked at times by legend and mimicry.	•El Sr. Kernan era un viajero comercial de la vieja escuela que creía en la dignidad de su vocación. •Nunca había sido visto en la ciudad sin un sombrero de seda de cierta decencia y un par de polainas. •Decía que gracias a estas dos piezas de vestir, un hombre siempre podría ser aceptable. •Continuaba la tradición de su Napoleón, el gran Blackwhite, cuya memoria evocaba a veces por la leyenda y el mimetismo.
•Modern business methods had spared him only so far as to allow him a little office in Crowe Street on the window blind of which was written the name of his firm with the address—London, E.C. •On the mantelpiece of this little office a little leaden battalion of canisters was drawn up and on the table before the window stood four or five china bowls which were usually half full of a black liquid. •From these bowls Mr Kernan tasted tea. •He took a mouthful, drew it up, saturated his palate with it and then spat it forth into the grate. •Then he paused to judge.	•Las modalidades modernas de los negocios solo le habían permitido disponer de un pequeño despacho en la calle Crowe, en cuya persiana estaba escrito el nombre de su empresa con la dirección, Londres, E.C. •En la repisa de la chimenea de esta pequeña oficina había un pequeño batallón de vasijas de plomo y sobre la mesa, delante de la ventana, había cuatro o cinco cuencos de porcelana que solían estar medio llenos de un líquido negro. •De estos cuencos probó el té el Sr. Kernan. •Tomó un sorbo, lo absorbió, saturó con él su paladar y luego lo escupió en la chimenea. •Luego hizo una pausa para juzgar.
•Mr Power, a much younger man, was employed in the Royal Irish Constabulary Office in Dublin Castle. •The arc of his social rise intersected the arc of his friend’s decline, but Mr Kernan’s decline was mitigated by the fact that certain of those friends who had known him at his highest point of success still esteemed him as a character.	•El Sr. Power, un hombre mucho más joven, trabajaba en la Oficina de la Real Policía Irlandesa en el Castillo de Dublín. •El arco de su subida social se cruzó con el arco del descenso de su amigo, pero el declive del Sr. Kernan estaba mitigado por el hecho de que algunos de aquellos amigos que le habían conocido en su momento de mayor éxito seguían estimándole como personaje.
•Mr Power was one of these friends. •His inexplicable debts were a byword in his circle; he was a debonair young man.	•El Sr. Power era uno de esos amigos. •Sus inexplicables deudas eran proverbiales en su círculo; era un joven sin complejos.
•The car halted before a small house on the Glasnevin road and Mr Kernan was helped into the house. •His wife put him to bed while Mr Power sat downstairs in the kitchen asking the children where they went to school and what book they were in. •The children—two girls and a boy, conscious of their father’s helplessness and of their mother’s absence, began some horseplay with him. •He was surprised at their manners and at their accents, and his brow grew thoughtful. •After a while Mrs Kernan entered the kitchen, exclaiming: “Such a sight! •O, he’ll do for himself one day and that’s the holy alls of it. •He’s been drinking since Friday.” Mr Power was careful to explain to her that he was not responsible, that he had come on the scene by the merest accident. •Mrs Kernan, remembering Mr Power’s good offices during domestic quarrels, as well as many small, but opportune loans, said: “O, you needn’t tell me that, Mr Power. •I know you’re a friend of his, not like some of the others he does be with. •They’re all right so long as he has money in his pocket to keep him out from his wife and family.	•El coche se detuvo en frente de una casa pequeña en la carretera de Glasnevin, y el Sr. Kernan fue ayudado a entrar en la casa. •Su esposa lo acostó mientras el Sr. Power se sentaba abajo en la cocina a preguntar a los niños a qué colegio iban y en qué libro estaban. •Los hijos, dos niñas y un niño, conscientes de la impotencia de su padre y de la ausencia de su madre, empezaron a hacer payasada con él. •Se sorprendió por sus modales y sus acentos, y su frente se puso pensativa. •Después de un rato, la señora Kernan entró en la cocina y exclamó: "¡Qué visión! •Oh, va a quitarse la vida algún día y eso es todo lo que hay. •Ha estado bebiendo desde el viernes". El Sr. Power le explicó cuidadosamente que él no era responsable, que había llegado a la escena por pura casualidad, •La Sra. Kernan, recordando los buenos oficios del señor Power durante unas disputas domésticas, así como muchos préstamos, pequeños pero oportunos, dijo: "Oh, no tiene que decirme eso, Sr. Power. •Sé que usted es su amigo, no como algunos de los otros con los que pasa tiempo. •Están listos siempre que tenga dinero en su bolsillo para mantenerlo alejado de su esposa y familia.
•Nice friends! •Who was he with tonight, I’d like to know?” Mr Power shook his head but said nothing.	•¡Buenos amigos! •¿Con quién estaba esta noche, me gustaría saberlo?". El Sr. Power Power sacudió la cabeza pero no dijo nada.
•“I’m so sorry,” she continued, “that I’ve nothing in the house to offer you. •But if you wait a minute I’ll send round to Fogarty’s at the corner.” Mr Power stood up.	•"Lo siento mucho", continuó, "no tengo nada en la casa para ofrecerle. •Pero si espera un minuto haré un pedido a la esquina, a Fogarty". El Sr. Power se levantó.
•“We were waiting for him to come home with the money. •He never seems to think he has a home at all.” “O, now, Mrs Kernan,” said Mr Power, “we’ll make him turn over a new leaf. •I’ll talk to Martin. •He’s the man. •We’ll come here one of these nights and talk it over.” She saw him to the door. •The carman was stamping up and down the footpath, and swinging his arms to warm himself.	•"Estábamos esperándolo que volviera a casa con el dinero. •Parece que nunca piensa que tiene un hogar". "Oh, ahora, Sra. Kernan", dijo el Sr. Power, "haremos que cambie de vida. •Hablaré con Martin. •Él es el hombre. •Vendremos por aquí una de estas noches y lo hablaremos". Ella lo acompañó a la puerta. •El chofer pataleaba por el sendero y movía los brazos para calentarse.
•“It’s very kind of you to bring him home,” she said.	•''Es muy amable por su parte traerlo a casa'', dijo ella.
•“Not at all,” said Mr Power.	•No hay de qué'', dijo el Sr. Power.
•He got up on the car. •As it drove off he raised his hat to her gaily.	•Subió en el coche. •Levantó el sombrero alegremente mientras se alejaba.
•“We’ll make a new man of him,” he said. •“Good-night, Mrs Kernan.” Mrs Kernan’s puzzled eyes watched the car till it was out of sight.	•''Vamos a hacer un nuevo hombre de él, '' dijo. •''Buenas noches, Sra Kernan'', los ojos sorprendidos de la señora Kernan observaron el coche hasta que se perdió de vista.
•Then she withdrew them, went into the house and emptied her husband’s pockets.	•Luego se detuvieron, y ella entró en la casa y vació los bolsillos de su marido.
•She was an active, practical woman of middle age. •Not long before she had celebrated her silver wedding and renewed her intimacy with her husband by waltzing with him to Mr Power’s accompaniment. •In her days of courtship Mr Kernan had seemed to her a not ungallant figure: and she still hurried to the chapel door whenever a wedding was reported and, seeing the bridal pair, recalled with vivid pleasure how she had passed out of the Star of the Sea Church in Sandymount, leaning on the arm of a jovial well-fed man, who was dressed smartly in a frock-coat and lavender trousers and carried a silk hat gracefully balanced upon his other arm. •After three weeks she had found a wife’s life irksome and, later on, when she was beginning to find it unbearable, she had become a mother. •The part of mother presented to her no insuperable difficulties and for twenty-five years she had kept house shrewdly for her husband. •Her two eldest sons were launched. •One was in a draper’s shop in Glasgow and the other was clerk to a tea-merchant in Belfast.	•Era una mujer activa y práctica, de mediana edad. •No mucho antes, había celebrado sus bodas de plata y renovado su intimidad con su marido, bailando el vals con él, siendo acompañados por el Sr. Power. •En sus días de cortejo, el señor Kernan le había parecido una figura no carente de cortesía: y ella aún se apresuraba a la puerta de la capilla cada vez que se informaba de una boda y, al ver a la pareja nupcial, recordaba con vivo placer cómo había pasado fuera de la Iglesia Star of the Sea en Sandymount, apoyándose en el brazo de un hombre jovial bien alimentado, que estaba vestido elegantemente con una gabardina y pantalones lavanda y llevaba un sombrero de seda elegantemente equilibrado sobre el otro brazo. •Después de tres semanas había encontrado fastidiosa su vida de esposa y, más tarde, cuando estaba empezando a encontrarla insoportable, se había convertido en madre. •El papel de madre no le presentaba dificultades insuperables y durante veinticinco años había llevado con maña la casa para su marido. •Sus dos hijos mayores eran lanzados. •Uno estaba en una tienda de telas en Glasgow y el otro era empleado de un comerciante de té en Belfast.
•They were good sons, wrote regularly and sometimes sent home money. •The other children were still at school.	•Eran buenos hijos, escribían regularmente y a veces enviaban dinero a casa. •Los otros hijos estaban todavía en la escuela.
•Mr Kernan sent a letter to his office next day and remained in bed. •She made beef-tea for him and scolded him roundly. •She accepted his frequent intemperance as part of the climate, healed him dutifully whenever he was sick and always tried to make him eat a breakfast.	•Al día siguiente, el Sr. Kernan envió una carta a su oficina y permaneció en cama. •Ella le preparaba caldo de carne y lo reprendía enérgicamente. •Aceptaba sus frecuentes intemperancias como parte del clima, lo curaba diligentemente cada vez que se enfermaba y siempre trataba de que desayunara.
•There were worse husbands. •He had never been violent since the boys had grown up and she knew that he would walk to the end of Thomas Street and back again to book even a small order.	•Había maridos peores. •Él nunca había sido violento desde que los niños habían crecido y ella sabía que él caminaría hasta el final de Thomas Street y volvería para conseguir incluso un pequeño pedido.
•Two nights after his friends came to see him. •She brought them up to his bedroom, the air of which was impregnated with a personal odour, and gave them chairs at the fire. •Mr Kernan’s tongue, the occasional stinging pain of which had made him somewhat irritable during the day, became more polite. •He sat propped up in the bed by pillows and the little colour in his puffy cheeks made them resemble warm cinders. •He apologised to his guests for the disorder of the room, but at the same time looked at them a little proudly, with a veteran’s pride.	•Dos noches después sus amigos fueron a verlo. •Los hizo subir a su dormitorio, cuyo aire estaba impregnado de un aroma personal. y les dio sillas junto al fuego. •La lengua del Sr. Kernan, cuyo ocasional dolor punzante lo hizo un poco irritable durante el día, se volvió más cortés. •Se sentaba en la cama apoyado con almohadas y el poco color de sus mejillas hinchadas hacía que parecieran cenizas calientes. •Pidió disculpas a sus invitados por el desorden del dormitorio, pero al mismo tiempo los miró un poco orgulloso, con el orgullo de un veterano.
•He was quite unconscious that he was the victim of a plot which his friends, Mr Cunningham, Mr M’Coy and Mr Power had disclosed to Mrs Kernan in the parlour. •The idea had been Mr Power’s but its development was entrusted to Mr Cunningham. •Mr Kernan came of Protestant stock and, though he had been converted to the Catholic faith at the time of his marriage, he had not been in the pale of the Church for twenty years.	•Estaba totalmente inconsciente de que era víctima de un complot que sus amigos, el Sr. Cunningham, el Sr. M'Coy y el Sr. Power, habían revelado a la Sra. Kernan en el salón. •La idea era del Sr. Power pero su desarrollo fue encargado al Sr. Cunningham. •El señor Kernan era de ascendencia protestante y, aunque se había convertido a la fe católica en el momento de su matrimonio, no habían pasado veinte años desde que estaba en el seno de la Iglesia.
•He was fond, moreover, of giving side-thrusts at Catholicism.	•Además, le gustaba tomar el partido contrario al catolicismo.
•Mr Cunningham was the very man for such a case. •He was an elder colleague of Mr Power. •His own domestic life was not very happy. •People had great sympathy with him for it was known that he had married an unpresentable woman who was an incurable drunkard. •He had set up house for her six times; and each time she had pawned the furniture on him.	•El Sr. Cunningham era el hombre adecuado para tal caso. •Era un colega mayor del Sr. Power. •Su propia vida doméstica no era muy feliz. •La gente tenía gran simpatía por él porque se sabía que se había casado con una mujer impresentable que era una borracha incurable. •Él le había puesto la casa seis veces; y cada vez ella le había empeñado los muebles.
•Everyone had respect for poor Martin Cunningham. •He was a thoroughly sensible man, influential and intelligent. •His blade of human knowledge, natural astuteness particularised by long association with cases in the police courts, had been tempered by brief immersions in the waters of general philosophy. •He was well informed. •His friends bowed to his opinions and considered that his face was like Shakespeare’s.	•Todos respetaban al pobre Martin Cunningham. •Era un hombre muy sensato, influyente e inteligente. •Su hoja de conocimiento humano, astucia natural particularizada por una larga asociación con casos en los tribunales policiales, había sido templada por breves inmersiones en las aguas de la filosofía general. •Estaba bien informado. •Sus amigos se inclinaban ante sus opiniones y consideraban que su rostro era como el de Shakespeare.
•When the plot had been disclosed to her, Mrs Kernan had said: “I leave it all in your hands, Mr Cunningham.” After a quarter of a century of married life, she had very few illusions left. •Religion for her was a habit and she suspected that a man of her husband’s age would not change greatly before death. •She was tempted to see a curious appropriateness in his accident and, but that she did not wish to seem bloody-minded, she would have told the gentlemen that Mr Kernan’s tongue would not suffer by being shortened.	•Cuando se le reveló el complot, la Sra. Kernan había dicho: "Lo dejo todo en sus manos, Sr. Cunningham". Después de un cuarto de siglo de vida matrimonial, le quedaban muy pocas ilusiones. •Para ella la religión era una costumbre y sospechaba que un hombre de la edad de su marido no cambiaría mucho antes de morir. •Estaba tentada de ver una curiosa conveniencia en su accidente y, de no ser porque no deseaba parecer sanguinaria, habría dicho a los caballeros que la lengua del Sr. Kernan no sufriría por ser acortada.
•However, Mr Cunningham was a capable man; and religion was religion.	•Sin embargo, el Sr. Cunningham era un hombre capaz; y la religión era la religión.
•The scheme might do good and, at least, it could do no harm. •Her beliefs were not extravagant. •She believed steadily in the Sacred Heart as the most generally useful of all Catholic devotions and approved of the sacraments. •Her faith was bounded by her kitchen but, if she was put to it, she could believe also in the banshee and in the Holy Ghost.	•El plan podría ser beneficioso y, al menos, no podría ser perjudicial. •Sus creencias no eran extravagantes. •Ella creía invariablemente en el Sagrado Corazón como la más útil de todas las devociones católicas y aprobaba los sacramentos. •Su fe estaba limitada por su cocina pero, si se lo pedían, también podía creer en la banshee y en el Espíritu Santo.
•The gentlemen began to talk of the accident. •Mr Cunningham said that he had once known a similar case. •A man of seventy had bitten off a piece of his tongue during an epileptic fit and the tongue had filled in again so that no one could see a trace of the bite.	•Los hombres empezaron a hablar del accidente. •El Sr. Cunningham dijo que una vez había encontrado un caso similar. •Un hombre de setenta años se había mordido la lengua durante un ataque epiléptico y la lengua se había completado de nuevo para que nadie pudiera ver ni rastro de la mordedura.
•“Well, I’m not seventy,” said the invalid.	•"Bueno, no tengo setenta años", dijo el inválido.
•“God forbid,” said Mr Cunningham.	•"Dios no lo permita", dijo el señor Cunningham.
•“It doesn’t pain you now?” asked Mr M’Coy.	•"No le duele ahora?", preguntó el Sr. M'Coy.
•Mr M’Coy had been at one time a tenor of some reputation. •His wife, who had been a soprano, still taught young children to play the piano at low terms. •His line of life had not been the shortest distance between two points and for short periods he had been driven to live by his wits. •He had been a clerk in the Midland Railway, a canvasser for advertisements for _The Irish Times_ and for _The Freeman’s Journal_, a town traveller for a coal firm on commission, a private inquiry agent, a clerk in the office of the Sub-Sheriff and he had recently become secretary to the City Coroner. •His new office made him professionally interested in Mr Kernan’s case.	•El señor M'Coy había sido en un momento un tenor de cierta reputación. •Su esposa, que había sido soprano, todavía enseñaba a los niños pequeños a tocar el piano en condiciones asequibles. •La línea de su vida no había sido la distancia más corta entre dos puntos y durante breves períodos se había visto obligado a vivir por su ingenio. •Había sido empleado del ferrocarril Midland, promotor de anuncios para The Irish Times y para The Freeman's Journal, viajante a comisión de una empresa carbonífera, agente de investigaciones privadas, empleado de la oficina del subcomisario y recientemente secretario del juez de instrucción de la ciudad. •Su nuevo cargo le hizo interesarse profesionalmente por el caso del Sr. Kernan.
•“Pain? •Not much,” answered Mr Kernan. •“But it’s so sickening. •I feel as if I wanted to retch off.” “That’s the boose,” said Mr Cunningham firmly.	•"¿Dolor? •No mucho", respondió el Sr. Kernan. •"Pero es tan repugnante. •Siento como si quisiera vomitar". "Eso es la bebida", dijo el Sr. Cunningham con firmeza.
•“No,” said Mr Kernan. •“I think I caught a cold on the car. •There’s something keeps coming into my throat, phlegm or——” “Mucus.” said Mr M’Coy.	•''No,'' dijo el Sr. Kernan. •''Creo que me resfrié en el coche. •Me sube algo a la garganta, flema o...'' “Mucosidad”, dijo el Sr. M'Coy.
•“It keeps coming like from down in my throat; sickening thing.” “Yes, yes,” said Mr M’Coy, “that’s the thorax.” He looked at Mr Cunningham and Mr Power at the same time with an air of challenge. •Mr Cunningham nodded his head rapidly and Mr Power said: “Ah, well, all’s well that ends well.” “I’m very much obliged to you, old man,” said the invalid.	•''Sigue viniendo como desde abajo de mi garganta; cosa repugnante''. ''Sí, sí'' dijo el Sr. M'Coy, ''es el pecho''. Miró al Sr. Cunningham y al Sr. Power al mismo tiempo con un aire desafiante. •El Sr. Cunningham sacudió la cabeza rápidamente y el Sr. Power dijo: '' Ah, bueno, bien está lo que bien acaba''. ''Le agradezco mucho a usted, viejo amigo'' dijo el inválido.
•Mr Power waved his hand.	•El Sr. Power agitó la mano.
•“Those other two fellows I was with——” “Who were you with?” asked Mr Cunningham.	•''Esos otros muchachos con quienes estaba...'' "¿con quién estaba?" preguntó el Sr. Cunningham.
•“A chap. •I don’t know his name. •Damn it now, what’s his name? •Little chap with sandy hair....” “And who else?” “Harford.” “Hm,” said Mr Cunningham.	•''Un tipo. •No conozco su nombre. •Caramba,¿cuál es su nombre? •Un pequeño tipo con cabello color arena...''Y quién más? “ “Harford.” “Hum,” dijo el Sr Cunningham.
•When Mr Cunningham made that remark, people were silent. •It was known that the speaker had secret sources of information. •In this case the monosyllable had a moral intention. •Mr Harford sometimes formed one of a little detachment which left the city shortly after noon on Sunday with the purpose of arriving as soon as possible at some public-house on the outskirts of the city where its members duly qualified themselves as _bona fide_ travellers. •But his fellow-travellers had never consented to overlook his origin. •He had begun life as an obscure financier by lending small sums of money to workmen at usurious interest. •Later on he had become the partner of a very fat short gentleman, Mr Goldberg, in the Liffey Loan Bank. •Though he had never embraced more than the Jewish ethical code his fellow-Catholics, whenever they had smarted in person or by proxy under his exactions, spoke of him bitterly as an Irish Jew and an illiterate and saw divine disapproval of usury made manifest through the person of his idiot son.	•Cuando el señor Cunningham hizo esa observación, la gente se calló. •Se sabía que el que hablaba tenía fuentes secretas de información. •En este caso el monosílabo tenía una intención moral. •El Sr. Harford a veces era uno de un pequeño destacamento que dejaba la ciudad poco después del mediodía del domingo con el propósito de llegar lo más pronto posible a alguna taberna en las afueras de la ciudad donde sus miembros se calificaban como viajeros 'de bona fide'. •Pero sus compañeros de viaje nunca habían consentido en pasar por alto su origen. •Había comenzado la vida como un financiero oscuro prestando pequeñas sumas de dinero a los trabajadores con intereses usurarios. •Más tarde, se había asociado con un señor bajito y muy gordo, el Sr. Goldberg, en el Liffey Loan Bank. •Aunque nunca había abrazado más que el código ético judío, sus correligionarios católicos, cuando habían sufrido en persona o por poder sus exacciones, hablaban de él amargamente por ser un judio irlandés y analfabeto y vio cómo la desaprobación divina de la usura se manifestaba a través de la persona de su hijo idiota.
•At other times they remembered his good points.	•Otras veces se recordaban sus puntos buenos.
•“I wonder where did he go to,” said Mr Kernan.	•''Me pregunto dónde se ha ido'' dijo el Sr. Kernan.
•He wished the details of the incident to remain vague. •He wished his friends to think there had been some mistake, that Mr Harford and he had missed each other. •His friends, who knew quite well Mr Harford’s manners in drinking, were silent. •Mr Power said again: “All’s well that ends well.” Mr Kernan changed the subject at once.	•Deseaba que los detalles del incidente siguieran siendo vagos. •Deseaba que sus amigos pensaran que había habido algún error, que el Sr. Harford y él se habían perdido. •Sus amigos, que conocían muy bien los modales de beber del señor Harford, guardaron silencio. •El Sr. Power dijo de nuevo: "Bien está lo que bien acaba". El Sr. Kernan cambió de tema inmediatamente.
•“That was a decent young chap, that medical fellow,” he said. •“Only for him——” “O, only for him,” said Mr Power, “it might have been a case of seven days, without the option of a fine.” “Yes, yes,” said Mr Kernan, trying to remember. •“I remember now there was a policeman. •Decent young fellow, he seemed. •How did it happen at all?” “It happened that you were peloothered, Tom,” said Mr Cunningham gravely.	•"Era un joven decente, ese médico", dijo. •"Solo por él...". "Oh, solo por él", dijo el Sr. Power, "podría haber sido un caso de siete días, sin opción a multa". "Sí, sí", dijo el Sr. Kernan, tratando de recordar. •"Ahora recuerdo que había un policía. •Parecía un muchacho decente. •¿Cómo sucedió?". "Sucedió que estabas borracho, Tom", dijo el Sr. Cunningham con gravedad.
•“True bill,” said Mr Kernan, equally gravely.	•"Buena factura", dijo el Sr. Kernan, con la misma gravedad.
•“I suppose you squared the constable, Jack,” said Mr M’Coy.	•"Supongo que arreglaste con el agente, Jack", dijo el Sr. M'Coy.
•Mr Power did not relish the use of his Christian name. •He was not straight-laced, but he could not forget that Mr M’Coy had recently made a crusade in search of valises and portmanteaus to enable Mrs M’Coy to fulfil imaginary engagements in the country. •More than he resented the fact that he had been victimised he resented such low playing of the game. •He answered the question, therefore, as if Mr Kernan had asked it.	•Al Sr. Power no le gustaba el uso de su nombre de pila. •No era un hombre recto, pero no podía olvidar que el Sr. M'Coy había hecho recientemente una cruzada en busca de maletas y portamaletas para que la Sra. M'Coy pudiera cumplir compromisos imaginarios en el campo. •Más que el hecho de haber sido víctima, le molestaba lo bajo del juego. •Por tanto, respondió a la pregunta como si la hubiera formulado el señor Kernan.
•The narrative made Mr Kernan indignant. •He was keenly conscious of his citizenship, wished to live with his city on terms mutually honourable and resented any affront put upon him by those whom he called country bumpkins.	•La narración indignó al señor Kernan. •Era plenamente consciente de su ciudadanía, deseaba vivir con su ciudad en términos mutuamente honorables y le molestaba cualquier afrenta que le hicieran aquellos a los que llamaba palurdos del campo.
•“Is this what we pay rates for?” he asked. •“To feed and clothe these ignorant bostooms ... and they’re nothing else.” Mr Cunningham laughed. •He was a Castle official only during office hours.	•"¿Para esto pagamos los impuestos?", preguntaba. •"Para alimentar y vestir a estos ignorantes... y no son otra cosa". El Sr. Cunningham se rio. •Él era funcionario del Castillo solo en horas de oficina.
•“How could they be anything else, Tom?” he said.	•"¿Cómo podrían ser otra cosa, Tom?", dijo.
•He assumed a thick provincial accent and said in a tone of command: “65, catch your cabbage!” Everyone laughed. •Mr M’Coy, who wanted to enter the conversation by any door, pretended that he had never heard the story. •Mr Cunningham said: “It is supposed—they say, you know—to take place in the depot where they get these thundering big country fellows, omadhauns, you know, to drill. •The sergeant makes them stand in a row against the wall and hold up their plates.” He illustrated the story by grotesque gestures.	•Adoptó un marcado acento provinciano y dijo en tono de mando: "¡65, toma tu repollo!". Todos se echaron a reír. •El Sr. M'Coy, que quería tomar parte de la conversación por cualquiera manera, fingió que nunca había oído la historia. •El Sr. Cunningham dijo: ''Se supone ...dicen, ya sabes... que tiene lugar en el depósito donde consiguen a estos grandes y atronadores tipos del campo, omadhauns, ya sabes, para ejercitar. •El sargento les hace ponerse en fila contra la pared y levantar los platos''. Ilustró la historia con gestos grotescos.
•“At dinner, you know. •Then he has a bloody big bowl of cabbage before him on the table and a bloody big spoon like a shovel. •He takes up a wad of cabbage on the spoon and pegs it across the room and the poor devils have to try and catch it on their plates: 65, _catch your cabbage_.” Everyone laughed again: but Mr Kernan was somewhat indignant still. •He talked of writing a letter to the papers.	•"En la cena, sabéis. •Entonces tiene un maldito gran tazón de repollo delante de él en la mesa y una maldita cuchara grande como una pala. •Toma un montón de repollo en la cuchara y lo lanza al otro lado de la habitación y los pobres diablos tienen que intentar atraparlo en sus platos: '65, toma tu repollo'". Todos volvieron a reír: pero el Sr. Kernan todavía estaba un poco indignado. •Dijo que escribiría una carta a los periódicos.
•“These yahoos coming up here,” he said, “think they can boss the people. •I needn’t tell you, Martin, what kind of men they are.” Mr Cunningham gave a qualified assent.	•"Estos palurdos que vienen aquí," dijo "creen que pueden mandar a la gente. •No necesito decirte, Martin, qué clase de hombres son". El Sr. Cunningham emitió un asentimiento moderado.
•“It’s like everything else in this world,” he said. •“You get some bad ones and you get some good ones.” “O yes, you get some good ones, I admit,” said Mr Kernan, satisfied.	•''Es como todo en este mundo'' dijo. •''Encuentras unos malos y unos buenos''. ''Oh, si, encuentras algunos buenos tipos, seguro'', dijo el Sr. Kernan, satisfecho.
•“It’s better to have nothing to say to them,” said Mr M’Coy. •“That’s my opinion!” Mrs Kernan entered the room and, placing a tray on the table, said: “Help yourselves, gentlemen.” Mr Power stood up to officiate, offering her his chair. •She declined it, saying she was ironing downstairs, and, after having exchanged a nod with Mr Cunningham behind Mr Power’s back, prepared to leave the room. •Her husband called out to her: “And have you nothing for me, duckie?” “O, you! •The back of my hand to you!” said Mrs Kernan tartly.	•''Es mejor no decirles nada", dijo el Sr. M'Coy. •''¡Es lo que pienso!''. La Sra Kernan entró en la sala y, colocando una bandeja sobre la mesa, dijo: ''Sírvanse, caballeros''. El Sr. Power se levantó para presidir, ofreciéndole su silla. •Ella la rechazó, diciendo que estaba planchando abajo, y, después de haber intercambiado un gesto de asentimiento con el Sr. Cunningham a espaldas del Sr. Power, se preparó para abandonar la sala. •Su marido le gritó: "¿Y no tienes nada para mí, cariño?". "¡Oh, tú! •El dorso de mi mano para ti!", dijo con aspereza la Sra. Kernan.
•Her husband called after her: “Nothing for poor little hubby!” He assumed such a comical face and voice that the distribution of the bottles of stout took place amid general merriment.	•Su marido le replicó: "¡Nada para el pobre maridito!". Asumió una cara y voz tan cómica que la distribución de las botellas de cerveza tuvo lugar en medio de la alegría general.
•The gentlemen drank from their glasses, set the glasses again on the table and paused. •Then Mr Cunningham turned towards Mr Power and said casually: “On Thursday night, you said, Jack.” “Thursday, yes,” said Mr Power.	•Los caballeros bebieron en sus vasos, pusieron los vasos de nuevo sobre la mesa e hicieron una pausa. •Entonces el Sr. Cunningham se volvió hacia el Sr. Power y dijo casualmente: "El jueves por la noche, dijiste, Jack". "El jueves, sí," dijo el Sr. Power.
•“Righto!” said Mr Cunningham promptly.	•"¡Muy bien!", dijo el Sr. Cunningham rápidamente.
•“We can meet in M’Auley’s,” said Mr M’Coy. •“That’ll be the most convenient place.” “But we mustn’t be late,” said Mr Power earnestly, “because it is sure to be crammed to the doors.” “We can meet at half-seven,” said Mr M’Coy.	•"Podemos reunirnos en M'Auley's", dijo el Sr. M'Coy. •"Ese será el lugar más conveniente". "Pero no debemos llegar tarde", dijo el Sr. Power con seriedad, “porque seguro que estará abarrotado hasta las puertas”. "Podemos encontrarnos a las siete y media", dijo el Sr. M'Coy.
•“Righto!” said Mr Cunningham.	•"¡Muy bien!", dijo el Sr. Cunningham.
•“Half-seven at M’Auley’s be it!” There was a short silence. •Mr Kernan waited to see whether he would be taken into his friends’ confidence. •Then he asked: “What’s in the wind?” “O, it’s nothing,” said Mr Cunningham. •“It’s only a little matter that we’re arranging about for Thursday.” “The opera, is it?” said Mr Kernan.	•"¡Estaremos a las siete y media en lo de M'Auley!". Hubo un breve silencio. •El Sr. Kernan esperó para ver si había captado la confianza de sus amigos. •Entonces preguntó: "¿Qué hay en el ambiente?". "Oh, no es nada", dijo el Sr. Cunningham. •"Es solo un asuntito que estamos arreglando para el jueves". "La ópera, ¿verdad?", dijo el Sr. Kernan.
•“No, no,” said Mr Cunningham in an evasive tone, “it’s just a little ... spiritual matter.” “O,” said Mr Kernan.	•''No, no, '' dijo el Sr. Cunningham en tono evasivo, ''solo es un pequeño...asunto espiritual''. ''Oh'', dijo el Sr. Kernan.
•There was silence again. •Then Mr Power said, point blank: “To tell you the truth, Tom, we’re going to make a retreat.” “Yes, that’s it,” said Mr Cunningham, “Jack and I and M’Coy here—we’re all going to wash the pot.” He uttered the metaphor with a certain homely energy and, encouraged by his own voice, proceeded: “You see, we may as well all admit we’re a nice collection of scoundrels, one and all. •I say, one and all,” he added with gruff charity and turning to Mr Power. •“Own up now!” “I own up,” said Mr Power.	•Hubo silencio de nuevo. •Y el Sr. Power dijo, sin rodeos''. ''Para decirle la verdad, Tom, vamos a retirarnos''. "Sí, eso es'', dijo el Sr. Cunningham, ''Jack y yo y el Sr. M'Coy aqui...vamos a lavar la jarra''. Usó la metáfora con cierta energía casera y, animado por su propia voz, siguió: ''Ve, podemos admitir que somos una buena colección de canallas, todos y cada uno. •Digo, todos y cada uno", añadió con una caridad gruñona y dirigiéndose al Sr. Power. •"¡Confiésalo ahora!". "Lo admito", dijo el señor Power.
•“And I own up,” said Mr M’Coy.	•"Y yo lo reconozco", dijo el Sr. M'Coy.
•“So we’re going to wash the pot together,” said Mr Cunningham.	•"Así que vamos a lavar la jarra juntos", dijo el Sr. Cunningham.
•A thought seemed to strike him. •He turned suddenly to the invalid and said: “D’ye know what, Tom, has just occurred to me? •You might join in and we’d have a four-handed reel.” “Good idea,” said Mr Power. •“The four of us together.” Mr Kernan was silent. •The proposal conveyed very little meaning to his mind but, understanding that some spiritual agencies were about to concern themselves on his behalf, he thought he owed it to his dignity to show a stiff neck. •He took no part in the conversation for a long while but listened, with an air of calm enmity, while his friends discussed the Jesuits.	•Pareció que le había asaltado un pensamiento. •Se volvió de repente hacia el inválido y dijo: "¿Sabes qué se me acaba de ocurrir, Tom? •Podrías unirte y tendríamos un juego a cuatro manos". "Buena idea", dijo el Sr. Power. •"Los cuatro juntos". El Sr. Kernan guardó silencio. •La propuesta tenía muy poco significado para su mente pero, comprendiendo que algunos entes espirituales estaban a punto de preocuparse por él, pensó que le debía a su dignidad mostrar el cuello rígido. •No tomó parte en la conversación por mucho tiempo pero ecuchó, con un aire con aire de serena enemistad, mientras sus amigos discutían sobre los jesuitas.
•“I haven’t such a bad opinion of the Jesuits,” he said, intervening at length. •“They’re an educated order. •I believe they mean well too.” “They’re the grandest order in the Church, Tom,” said Mr Cunningham, with enthusiasm. •“The General of the Jesuits stands next to the Pope.” “There’s no mistake about it,” said Mr M’Coy, “if you want a thing well done and no flies about it you go to a Jesuit. •They’re the boyos have influence. •I’ll tell you a case in point....” “The Jesuits are a fine body of men,” said Mr Power.	•''No tengo tal mala opinión de los jesuitas'', dijo, interviniendo largamente. •''Son un órden educado. •Creo que también tienen buenas intenciones.'' ''Son el más grande órgen en la Iglesia, Tom'', dijo el Sr. Cunningham, con entusiasmo. •“The General of the Jesuits stands next to the Pope.” “There’s no mistake about it,” said Mr M’Coy, “if you want a thing well done and no flies about it you go to a Jesuit. •They’re the boyos have influence. •I’ll tell you a case in point....” “The Jesuits are a fine body of men,” said Mr Power.
•“It’s a curious thing,” said Mr Cunningham, “about the Jesuit Order.	•“It’s a curious thing,” said Mr Cunningham, “about the Jesuit Order.
•Every other order of the Church had to be reformed at some time or other but the Jesuit Order was never once reformed. •It never fell away.” “Is that so?” asked Mr M’Coy.	•Every other order of the Church had to be reformed at some time or other but the Jesuit Order was never once reformed. •It never fell away.” “Is that so?” asked Mr M’Coy.
•“That’s a fact,” said Mr Cunningham. •“That’s history.” “Look at their church, too,” said Mr Power. •“Look at the congregation they have.” “The Jesuits cater for the upper classes,” said Mr M’Coy.	•“That’s a fact,” said Mr Cunningham. •“That’s history.” “Look at their church, too,” said Mr Power. •“Look at the congregation they have.” “The Jesuits cater for the upper classes,” said Mr M’Coy.
•“Of course,” said Mr Power.	•“Of course,” said Mr Power.
•“Yes,” said Mr Kernan. •“That’s why I have a feeling for them. •It’s some of those secular priests, ignorant, bumptious——” “They’re all good men,” said Mr Cunningham, “each in his own way. •The Irish priesthood is honoured all the world over.” “O yes,” said Mr Power.	•“Yes,” said Mr Kernan. •“That’s why I have a feeling for them. •It’s some of those secular priests, ignorant, bumptious——” “They’re all good men,” said Mr Cunningham, “each in his own way. •The Irish priesthood is honoured all the world over.” “O yes,” said Mr Power.
•“Not like some of the other priesthoods on the continent,” said Mr M’Coy, “unworthy of the name.” “Perhaps you’re right,” said Mr Kernan, relenting.	•“Not like some of the other priesthoods on the continent,” said Mr M’Coy, “unworthy of the name.” “Perhaps you’re right,” said Mr Kernan, relenting.
•“Of course I’m right,” said Mr Cunningham. •“I haven’t been in the world all this time and seen most sides of it without being a judge of character.” The gentlemen drank again, one following another’s example. •Mr Kernan seemed to be weighing something in his mind. •He was impressed. •He had a high opinion of Mr Cunningham as a judge of character and as a reader of faces. •He asked for particulars.	•“Of course I’m right,” said Mr Cunningham. •“I haven’t been in the world all this time and seen most sides of it without being a judge of character.” The gentlemen drank again, one following another’s example. •Mr Kernan seemed to be weighing something in his mind. •He was impressed. •He had a high opinion of Mr Cunningham as a judge of character and as a reader of faces. •He asked for particulars.
•“O, it’s just a retreat, you know,” said Mr Cunningham. •“Father Purdon is giving it. •It’s for business men, you know.” “He won’t be too hard on us, Tom,” said Mr Power persuasively.	•“O, it’s just a retreat, you know,” said Mr Cunningham. •“Father Purdon is giving it. •It’s for business men, you know.” “He won’t be too hard on us, Tom,” said Mr Power persuasively.
•“Father Purdon? •Father Purdon?” said the invalid.	•“Father Purdon? •Father Purdon?” said the invalid.
•“O, you must know him, Tom,” said Mr Cunningham stoutly. •“Fine jolly fellow! •He’s a man of the world like ourselves.” “Ah, ... yes. •I think I know him. •Rather red face; tall.” “That’s the man.” “And tell me, Martin.... Is he a good preacher?” “Munno.... It’s not exactly a sermon, you know. •It’s just kind of a friendly talk, you know, in a common-sense way.” Mr Kernan deliberated. •Mr M’Coy said: “Father Tom Burke, that was the boy!” “O, Father Tom Burke,” said Mr Cunningham, “that was a born orator. •Did you ever hear him, Tom?” “Did I ever hear him!” said the invalid, nettled. •“Rather! •I heard him....” “And yet they say he wasn’t much of a theologian,” said Mr Cunningham.	•“O, you must know him, Tom,” said Mr Cunningham stoutly. •“Fine jolly fellow! •He’s a man of the world like ourselves.” “Ah, ... yes. •I think I know him. •Rather red face; tall.” “That’s the man.” “And tell me, Martin.... Is he a good preacher?” “Munno.... It’s not exactly a sermon, you know. •It’s just kind of a friendly talk, you know, in a common-sense way.” Mr Kernan deliberated. •Mr M’Coy said: “Father Tom Burke, that was the boy!” “O, Father Tom Burke,” said Mr Cunningham, “that was a born orator. •Did you ever hear him, Tom?” “Did I ever hear him!” said the invalid, nettled. •“Rather! •I heard him....” “And yet they say he wasn’t much of a theologian,” said Mr Cunningham.
•“Is that so?” said Mr M’Coy.	•“Is that so?” said Mr M’Coy.
•“O, of course, nothing wrong, you know. •Only sometimes, they say, he didn’t preach what was quite orthodox.” “Ah! •... he was a splendid man,” said Mr M’Coy.	•“O, of course, nothing wrong, you know. •Only sometimes, they say, he didn’t preach what was quite orthodox.” “Ah! •... he was a splendid man,” said Mr M’Coy.
•“I heard him once,” Mr Kernan continued. •“I forget the subject of his discourse now. •Crofton and I were in the back of the ... pit, you know ... the——” “The body,” said Mr Cunningham.	•“I heard him once,” Mr Kernan continued. •“I forget the subject of his discourse now. •Crofton and I were in the back of the ... pit, you know ... the——” “The body,” said Mr Cunningham.
•“Yes, in the back near the door. •I forget now what.... O yes, it was on the Pope, the late Pope. •I remember it well. •Upon my word it was magnificent, the style of the oratory. •And his voice! •God! •hadn’t he a voice! •_The Prisoner of the Vatican_, he called him. •I remember Crofton saying to me when we came out——” “But he’s an Orangeman, Crofton, isn’t he?” said Mr Power.	•“Yes, in the back near the door. •I forget now what.... O yes, it was on the Pope, the late Pope. •I remember it well. •Upon my word it was magnificent, the style of the oratory. •And his voice! •God! •hadn’t he a voice! •_The Prisoner of the Vatican_, he called him. •I remember Crofton saying to me when we came out——” “But he’s an Orangeman, Crofton, isn’t he?” said Mr Power.
•“‘Course he is,” said Mr Kernan, “and a damned decent Orangeman too. •We went into Butler’s in Moore Street—faith, I was genuinely moved, tell you the God’s truth—and I remember well his very words. •_Kernan_, he said, _we worship at different altars_, he said, _but our belief is the same_. •Struck me as very well put.” “There’s a good deal in that,” said Mr Power. •“There used always to be crowds of Protestants in the chapel where Father Tom was preaching.” “There’s not much difference between us,” said Mr M’Coy.	•“‘Course he is,” said Mr Kernan, “and a damned decent Orangeman too. •We went into Butler’s in Moore Street—faith, I was genuinely moved, tell you the God’s truth—and I remember well his very words. •_Kernan_, he said, _we worship at different altars_, he said, _but our belief is the same_. •Struck me as very well put.” “There’s a good deal in that,” said Mr Power. •“There used always to be crowds of Protestants in the chapel where Father Tom was preaching.” “There’s not much difference between us,” said Mr M’Coy.
•“We both believe in——” He hesitated for a moment.	•“We both believe in——” He hesitated for a moment.
•“... in the Redeemer. •Only they don’t believe in the Pope and in the mother of God.” “But, of course,” said Mr Cunningham quietly and effectively, “our religion is _the_ religion, the old, original faith.” “Not a doubt of it,” said Mr Kernan warmly.	•“... in the Redeemer. •Only they don’t believe in the Pope and in the mother of God.” “But, of course,” said Mr Cunningham quietly and effectively, “our religion is _the_ religion, the old, original faith.” “Not a doubt of it,” said Mr Kernan warmly.
•Mrs Kernan came to the door of the bedroom and announced: “Here’s a visitor for you!” “Who is it?” “Mr Fogarty.” “O, come in! •come in!” A pale oval face came forward into the light. •The arch of its fair trailing moustache was repeated in the fair eyebrows looped above pleasantly astonished eyes. •Mr Fogarty was a modest grocer. •He had failed in business in a licensed house in the city because his financial condition had constrained him to tie himself to second-class distillers and brewers. •He had opened a small shop on Glasnevin Road where, he flattered himself, his manners would ingratiate him with the housewives of the district. •He bore himself with a certain grace, complimented little children and spoke with a neat enunciation. •He was not without culture.	•Mrs Kernan came to the door of the bedroom and announced: “Here’s a visitor for you!” “Who is it?” “Mr Fogarty.” “O, come in! •come in!” A pale oval face came forward into the light. •The arch of its fair trailing moustache was repeated in the fair eyebrows looped above pleasantly astonished eyes. •Mr Fogarty was a modest grocer. •He had failed in business in a licensed house in the city because his financial condition had constrained him to tie himself to second-class distillers and brewers. •He had opened a small shop on Glasnevin Road where, he flattered himself, his manners would ingratiate him with the housewives of the district. •He bore himself with a certain grace, complimented little children and spoke with a neat enunciation. •He was not without culture.
•Mr Fogarty brought a gift with him, a half-pint of special whisky. •He inquired politely for Mr Kernan, placed his gift on the table and sat down with the company on equal terms. •Mr Kernan appreciated the gift all the more since he was aware that there was a small account for groceries unsettled between him and Mr Fogarty. •He said: “I wouldn’t doubt you, old man. •Open that, Jack, will you?” Mr Power again officiated. •Glasses were rinsed and five small measures of whisky were poured out. •This new influence enlivened the conversation. •Mr Fogarty, sitting on a small area of the chair, was specially interested.	•Mr Fogarty brought a gift with him, a half-pint of special whisky. •He inquired politely for Mr Kernan, placed his gift on the table and sat down with the company on equal terms. •Mr Kernan appreciated the gift all the more since he was aware that there was a small account for groceries unsettled between him and Mr Fogarty. •He said: “I wouldn’t doubt you, old man. •Open that, Jack, will you?” Mr Power again officiated. •Glasses were rinsed and five small measures of whisky were poured out. •This new influence enlivened the conversation. •Mr Fogarty, sitting on a small area of the chair, was specially interested.
•“Pope Leo XIII.,” said Mr Cunningham, “was one of the lights of the age. •His great idea, you know, was the union of the Latin and Greek Churches. •That was the aim of his life.” “I often heard he was one of the most intellectual men in Europe,” said Mr Power. •“I mean, apart from his being Pope.” “So he was,” said Mr Cunningham, “if not _the_ most so. •His motto, you know, as Pope, was _Lux upon Lux—Light upon Light_.” “No, no,” said Mr Fogarty eagerly. •“I think you’re wrong there. •It was _Lux in Tenebris_, I think—_Light in Darkness_.” “O yes,” said Mr M’Coy, “_Tenebrae_.” “Allow me,” said Mr Cunningham positively, “it was _Lux upon Lux_. •And Pius IX. •his predecessor’s motto was _Crux upon Crux_—that is, _Cross upon Cross_—to show the difference between their two pontificates.” The inference was allowed. •Mr Cunningham continued.	•“Pope Leo XIII.,” said Mr Cunningham, “was one of the lights of the age. •His great idea, you know, was the union of the Latin and Greek Churches. •That was the aim of his life.” “I often heard he was one of the most intellectual men in Europe,” said Mr Power. •“I mean, apart from his being Pope.” “So he was,” said Mr Cunningham, “if not _the_ most so. •His motto, you know, as Pope, was _Lux upon Lux—Light upon Light_.” “No, no,” said Mr Fogarty eagerly. •“I think you’re wrong there. •It was _Lux in Tenebris_, I think—_Light in Darkness_.” “O yes,” said Mr M’Coy, “_Tenebrae_.” “Allow me,” said Mr Cunningham positively, “it was _Lux upon Lux_. •And Pius IX. •his predecessor’s motto was _Crux upon Crux_—that is, _Cross upon Cross_—to show the difference between their two pontificates.” The inference was allowed. •Mr Cunningham continued.
•“Pope Leo, you know, was a great scholar and a poet.” “He had a strong face,” said Mr Kernan.	•“Pope Leo, you know, was a great scholar and a poet.” “He had a strong face,” said Mr Kernan.
•“Yes,” said Mr Cunningham. •“He wrote Latin poetry.” “Is that so?” said Mr Fogarty.	•“Yes,” said Mr Cunningham. •“He wrote Latin poetry.” “Is that so?” said Mr Fogarty.
•Mr M’Coy tasted his whisky contentedly and shook his head with a double intention, saying: “That’s no joke, I can tell you.” “We didn’t learn that, Tom,” said Mr Power, following Mr M’Coy’s example, “when we went to the penny-a-week school.” “There was many a good man went to the penny-a-week school with a sod of turf under his oxter,” said Mr Kernan sententiously. •“The old system was the best: plain honest education. •None of your modern trumpery....” “Quite right,” said Mr Power.	•Mr M’Coy tasted his whisky contentedly and shook his head with a double intention, saying: “That’s no joke, I can tell you.” “We didn’t learn that, Tom,” said Mr Power, following Mr M’Coy’s example, “when we went to the penny-a-week school.” “There was many a good man went to the penny-a-week school with a sod of turf under his oxter,” said Mr Kernan sententiously. •“The old system was the best: plain honest education. •None of your modern trumpery....” “Quite right,” said Mr Power.
•“No superfluities,” said Mr Fogarty.	•“No superfluities,” said Mr Fogarty.
•He enunciated the word and then drank gravely.	•He enunciated the word and then drank gravely.
•“I remember reading,” said Mr Cunningham, “that one of Pope Leo’s poems was on the invention of the photograph—in Latin, of course.” “On the photograph!” exclaimed Mr Kernan.	•“I remember reading,” said Mr Cunningham, “that one of Pope Leo’s poems was on the invention of the photograph—in Latin, of course.” “On the photograph!” exclaimed Mr Kernan.
•“Yes,” said Mr Cunningham.	•“Yes,” said Mr Cunningham.
•He also drank from his glass.	•He also drank from his glass.
•“Well, you know,” said Mr M’Coy, “isn’t the photograph wonderful when you come to think of it?” “O, of course,” said Mr Power, “great minds can see things.” “As the poet says: _Great minds are very near to madness_,” said Mr Fogarty.	•“Well, you know,” said Mr M’Coy, “isn’t the photograph wonderful when you come to think of it?” “O, of course,” said Mr Power, “great minds can see things.” “As the poet says: _Great minds are very near to madness_,” said Mr Fogarty.
•Mr Kernan seemed to be troubled in mind. •He made an effort to recall the Protestant theology on some thorny points and in the end addressed Mr Cunningham.	•Mr Kernan seemed to be troubled in mind. •He made an effort to recall the Protestant theology on some thorny points and in the end addressed Mr Cunningham.
•“Tell me, Martin,” he said. •“Weren’t some of the popes—of course, not our present man, or his predecessor, but some of the old popes—not exactly ... you know ... up to the knocker?” There was a silence. •Mr Cunningham said: “O, of course, there were some bad lots.... •But the astonishing thing is this. •Not one of them, not the biggest drunkard, not the most ... out-and-out ruffian, not one of them ever preached _ex cathedra_ a word of false doctrine. •Now isn’t that an astonishing thing?” “That is,” said Mr Kernan.	•“Tell me, Martin,” he said. •“Weren’t some of the popes—of course, not our present man, or his predecessor, but some of the old popes—not exactly ... you know ... up to the knocker?” There was a silence. •Mr Cunningham said: “O, of course, there were some bad lots.... •But the astonishing thing is this. •Not one of them, not the biggest drunkard, not the most ... out-and-out ruffian, not one of them ever preached _ex cathedra_ a word of false doctrine. •Now isn’t that an astonishing thing?” “That is,” said Mr Kernan.
•“Yes, because when the Pope speaks _ex cathedra_,” Mr Fogarty explained, “he is infallible.” “Yes,” said Mr Cunningham.	•“Yes, because when the Pope speaks _ex cathedra_,” Mr Fogarty explained, “he is infallible.” “Yes,” said Mr Cunningham.
•“O, I know about the infallibility of the Pope. •I remember I was younger then.... Or was it that——?” Mr Fogarty interrupted. •He took up the bottle and helped the others to a little more. •Mr M’Coy, seeing that there was not enough to go round, pleaded that he had not finished his first measure. •The others accepted under protest. •The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.	•“O, I know about the infallibility of the Pope. •I remember I was younger then.... Or was it that——?” Mr Fogarty interrupted. •He took up the bottle and helped the others to a little more. •Mr M’Coy, seeing that there was not enough to go round, pleaded that he had not finished his first measure. •The others accepted under protest. •The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
•“What’s that you were saying, Tom?” asked Mr M’Coy.	•“What’s that you were saying, Tom?” asked Mr M’Coy.
•“Papal infallibility,” said Mr Cunningham, “that was the greatest scene in the whole history of the Church.” “How was that, Martin?” asked Mr Power.	•“Papal infallibility,” said Mr Cunningham, “that was the greatest scene in the whole history of the Church.” “How was that, Martin?” asked Mr Power.
•Mr Cunningham held up two thick fingers.	•Mr Cunningham held up two thick fingers.
•“In the sacred college, you know, of cardinals and archbishops and bishops there were two men who held out against it while the others were all for it. •The whole conclave except these two was unanimous. •No!	•“In the sacred college, you know, of cardinals and archbishops and bishops there were two men who held out against it while the others were all for it. •The whole conclave except these two was unanimous. •No!
•They wouldn’t have it!” “Ha!” said Mr M’Coy.	•They wouldn’t have it!” “Ha!” said Mr M’Coy.
•“And they were a German cardinal by the name of Dolling ... or Dowling ... or——” “Dowling was no German, and that’s a sure five,” said Mr Power, laughing.	•“And they were a German cardinal by the name of Dolling ... or Dowling ... or——” “Dowling was no German, and that’s a sure five,” said Mr Power, laughing.
•“Well, this great German cardinal, whatever his name was, was one; and the other was John MacHale.” “What?” cried Mr Kernan. •“Is it John of Tuam?” “Are you sure of that now?” asked Mr Fogarty dubiously. •“I thought it was some Italian or American.” “John of Tuam,” repeated Mr Cunningham, “was the man.” He drank and the other gentlemen followed his lead. •Then he resumed: “There they were at it, all the cardinals and bishops and archbishops from all the ends of the earth and these two fighting dog and devil until at last the Pope himself stood up and declared infallibility a dogma of the Church _ex cathedra_. •On the very moment John MacHale, who had been arguing and arguing against it, stood up and shouted out with the voice of a lion: ‘_Credo!_’” “_I believe!_” said Mr Fogarty.	•“Well, this great German cardinal, whatever his name was, was one; and the other was John MacHale.” “What?” cried Mr Kernan. •“Is it John of Tuam?” “Are you sure of that now?” asked Mr Fogarty dubiously. •“I thought it was some Italian or American.” “John of Tuam,” repeated Mr Cunningham, “was the man.” He drank and the other gentlemen followed his lead. •Then he resumed: “There they were at it, all the cardinals and bishops and archbishops from all the ends of the earth and these two fighting dog and devil until at last the Pope himself stood up and declared infallibility a dogma of the Church _ex cathedra_. •On the very moment John MacHale, who had been arguing and arguing against it, stood up and shouted out with the voice of a lion: ‘_Credo!_’” “_I believe!_” said Mr Fogarty.
•“_Credo!_” said Mr Cunningham. •“That showed the faith he had. •He submitted the moment the Pope spoke.” “And what about Dowling?” asked Mr M’Coy.	•“_Credo!_” said Mr Cunningham. •“That showed the faith he had. •He submitted the moment the Pope spoke.” “And what about Dowling?” asked Mr M’Coy.
•“The German cardinal wouldn’t submit. •He left the church.” Mr Cunningham’s words had built up the vast image of the church in the minds of his hearers. •His deep raucous voice had thrilled them as it uttered the word of belief and submission. •When Mrs Kernan came into the room drying her hands she came into a solemn company. •She did not disturb the silence, but leaned over the rail at the foot of the bed.	•“The German cardinal wouldn’t submit. •He left the church.” Mr Cunningham’s words had built up the vast image of the church in the minds of his hearers. •His deep raucous voice had thrilled them as it uttered the word of belief and submission. •When Mrs Kernan came into the room drying her hands she came into a solemn company. •She did not disturb the silence, but leaned over the rail at the foot of the bed.
•“I once saw John MacHale,” said Mr Kernan, “and I’ll never forget it as long as I live.” He turned towards his wife to be confirmed.	•“I once saw John MacHale,” said Mr Kernan, “and I’ll never forget it as long as I live.” He turned towards his wife to be confirmed.
•“I often told you that?” Mrs Kernan nodded.	•“I often told you that?” Mrs Kernan nodded.
•“It was at the unveiling of Sir John Gray’s statue. •Edmund Dwyer Gray was speaking, blathering away, and here was this old fellow, crabbed-looking old chap, looking at him from under his bushy eyebrows.” Mr Kernan knitted his brows and, lowering his head like an angry bull, glared at his wife.	•“It was at the unveiling of Sir John Gray’s statue. •Edmund Dwyer Gray was speaking, blathering away, and here was this old fellow, crabbed-looking old chap, looking at him from under his bushy eyebrows.” Mr Kernan knitted his brows and, lowering his head like an angry bull, glared at his wife.
•“God!” he exclaimed, resuming his natural face, “I never saw such an eye in a man’s head. •It was as much as to say: _I have you properly taped, my lad_. •He had an eye like a hawk.” “None of the Grays was any good,” said Mr Power.	•“God!” he exclaimed, resuming his natural face, “I never saw such an eye in a man’s head. •It was as much as to say: _I have you properly taped, my lad_. •He had an eye like a hawk.” “None of the Grays was any good,” said Mr Power.
•There was a pause again. •Mr Power turned to Mrs Kernan and said with abrupt joviality: “Well, Mrs Kernan, we’re going to make your man here a good holy pious and God-fearing Roman Catholic.” He swept his arm round the company inclusively.	•There was a pause again. •Mr Power turned to Mrs Kernan and said with abrupt joviality: “Well, Mrs Kernan, we’re going to make your man here a good holy pious and God-fearing Roman Catholic.” He swept his arm round the company inclusively.
•“We’re all going to make a retreat together and confess our sins—and God knows we want it badly.” “I don’t mind,” said Mr Kernan, smiling a little nervously.	•“We’re all going to make a retreat together and confess our sins—and God knows we want it badly.” “I don’t mind,” said Mr Kernan, smiling a little nervously.
•Mrs Kernan thought it would be wiser to conceal her satisfaction. •So she said: “I pity the poor priest that has to listen to your tale.” Mr Kernan’s expression changed.	•Mrs Kernan thought it would be wiser to conceal her satisfaction. •So she said: “I pity the poor priest that has to listen to your tale.” Mr Kernan’s expression changed.
•“If he doesn’t like it,” he said bluntly, “he can ... do the other thing. •I’ll just tell him my little tale of woe. •I’m not such a bad fellow——” Mr Cunningham intervened promptly.	•“If he doesn’t like it,” he said bluntly, “he can ... do the other thing. •I’ll just tell him my little tale of woe. •I’m not such a bad fellow——” Mr Cunningham intervened promptly.
•“We’ll all renounce the devil,” he said, “together, not forgetting his works and pomps.” “Get behind me, Satan!” said Mr Fogarty, laughing and looking at the others.	•“We’ll all renounce the devil,” he said, “together, not forgetting his works and pomps.” “Get behind me, Satan!” said Mr Fogarty, laughing and looking at the others.
•Mr Power said nothing. •He felt completely out-generalled. •But a pleased expression flickered across his face.	•Mr Power said nothing. •He felt completely out-generalled. •But a pleased expression flickered across his face.
•“All we have to do,” said Mr Cunningham, “is to stand up with lighted candles in our hands and renew our baptismal vows.” “O, don’t forget the candle, Tom,” said Mr M’Coy, “whatever you do.” “What?” said Mr Kernan. •“Must I have a candle?” “O yes,” said Mr Cunningham.	•“All we have to do,” said Mr Cunningham, “is to stand up with lighted candles in our hands and renew our baptismal vows.” “O, don’t forget the candle, Tom,” said Mr M’Coy, “whatever you do.” “What?” said Mr Kernan. •“Must I have a candle?” “O yes,” said Mr Cunningham.
•“No, damn it all,” said Mr Kernan sensibly, “I draw the line there.	•“No, damn it all,” said Mr Kernan sensibly, “I draw the line there.
•I’ll do the job right enough. •I’ll do the retreat business and confession, and ... all that business. •But ... no candles! •No, damn it all, I bar the candles!” He shook his head with farcical gravity.	•I’ll do the job right enough. •I’ll do the retreat business and confession, and ... all that business. •But ... no candles! •No, damn it all, I bar the candles!” He shook his head with farcical gravity.
•“Listen to that!” said his wife.	•“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.	•“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.	•“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.	•“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 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.	•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 up into the pulpit.	•A powerful-looking figure, the upper part of which was draped with a white surplice, was observed to be struggling up 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.	•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.	•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.
•The preacher turned back each wide sleeve of his surplice with an elaborate large gesture and slowly surveyed the array of faces. •Then he said: _“For the children of this world are wiser in their generation than the children of light. •Wherefore make unto yourselves friends out of the mammon of iniquity so that when you die they may receive you into everlasting dwellings.”_ Father Purdon developed the text with resonant assurance. •It was one of the most difficult texts in all the Scriptures, he said, to interpret properly. •It was a text which might seem to the casual observer at variance with the lofty morality elsewhere preached by Jesus Christ.	•The preacher turned back each wide sleeve of his surplice with an elaborate large gesture and slowly surveyed the array of faces. •Then he said: _“For the children of this world are wiser in their generation than the children of light. •Wherefore make unto yourselves friends out of the mammon of iniquity so that when you die they may receive you into everlasting dwellings.”_ Father Purdon developed the text with resonant assurance. •It was one of the most difficult texts in all the Scriptures, he said, to interpret properly. •It was a text which might seem to the casual observer at variance with the lofty morality elsewhere preached by Jesus Christ.
•But, he told his hearers, the text had seemed to him specially adapted for the guidance of those whose lot it was to lead the life of the world and who yet wished to lead that life not in the manner of worldlings. •It was a text for business men and professional men. •Jesus Christ, with His divine understanding of every cranny of our human nature, understood that all men were not called to the religious life, that by far the vast majority were forced to live in the world and, to a certain extent, for the world: and in this sentence He designed to give them a word of counsel, setting before them as exemplars in the religious life those very worshippers of Mammon who were of all men the least solicitous in matters religious.	•But, he told his hearers, the text had seemed to him specially adapted for the guidance of those whose lot it was to lead the life of the world and who yet wished to lead that life not in the manner of worldlings. •It was a text for business men and professional men. •Jesus Christ, with His divine understanding of every cranny of our human nature, understood that all men were not called to the religious life, that by far the vast majority were forced to live in the world and, to a certain extent, for the world: and in this sentence He designed to give them a word of counsel, setting before them as exemplars in the religious life those very worshippers of Mammon who were of all men the least solicitous in matters religious.
•He told his hearers that he was there that evening for no terrifying, no extravagant purpose; but as a man of the world speaking to his fellow-men. •He came to speak to business men and he would speak to them in a businesslike way. •If he might use the metaphor, he said, he was their spiritual accountant; and he wished each and every one of his hearers to open his books, the books of his spiritual life, and see if they tallied accurately with conscience.	•He told his hearers that he was there that evening for no terrifying, no extravagant purpose; but as a man of the world speaking to his fellow-men. •He came to speak to business men and he would speak to them in a businesslike way. •If he might use the metaphor, he said, he was their spiritual accountant; and he wished each and every one of his hearers to open his books, the books of his spiritual life, and see if they tallied accurately with conscience.
•Jesus Christ was not a hard taskmaster. •He understood our little failings, understood the weakness of our poor fallen nature, understood the temptations of this life. •We might have had, we all had from time to time, our temptations: we might have, we all had, our failings. •But one thing only, he said, he would ask of his hearers. •And that was: to be straight and manly with God. •If their accounts tallied in every point to say: “Well, I have verified my accounts. •I find all well.” But if, as might happen, there were some discrepancies, to admit the truth, to be frank and say like a man: “Well, I have looked into my accounts. •I find this wrong and this wrong. •But, with God’s grace, I will rectify this and this. •I will set right my accounts.”	•Jesus Christ was not a hard taskmaster. •He understood our little failings, understood the weakness of our poor fallen nature, understood the temptations of this life. •We might have had, we all had from time to time, our temptations: we might have, we all had, our failings. •But one thing only, he said, he would ask of his hearers. •And that was: to be straight and manly with God. •If their accounts tallied in every point to say: “Well, I have verified my accounts. •I find all well.” But if, as might happen, there were some discrepancies, to admit the truth, to be frank and say like a man: “Well, I have looked into my accounts. •I find this wrong and this wrong. •But, with God’s grace, I will rectify this and this. •I will set right my accounts.”

unit 1

GRACE.
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Two gentlemen who were in the lavatory at the time tried to lift him up: but he was quite helpless.
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He lay curled up at the foot of the stairs down which he had fallen.
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They succeeded in turning him over.
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His hat had rolled a few yards away and his clothes were smeared with the filth and ooze of the floor on which he had lain, face downwards.
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His eyes were closed and he breathed with a grunting noise.
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A thin stream of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
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These two gentlemen and one of the curates carried him up the stairs and laid him down again on the floor of the bar.
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In two minutes he was surrounded by a ring of men.
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The manager of the bar asked everyone who he was and who was with him.
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No one knew who he was but one of the curates said he had served the gentleman with a small rum.
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“Was he by himself?” asked the manager.
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“No, sir.
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There was two gentlemen with him.” “And where are they?” No one knew; a voice said: “Give him air.
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He’s fainted.” The ring of onlookers distended and closed again elastically.
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A dark medal of blood had formed itself near the man’s head on the tessellated floor.
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The manager, alarmed by the grey pallor of the man’s face, sent for a policeman.
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His collar was unfastened and his necktie undone.
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He opened his eyes for an instant, sighed and closed them again.
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One of gentlemen who had carried him upstairs held a dinged silk hat in his hand.
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The manager asked repeatedly did no one know who the injured man was or where had his friends gone.
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The door of the bar opened and an immense constable entered.
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A crowd which had followed him down the laneway collected outside the door, struggling to look in through the glass panels.
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unit 24

The manager at once began to narrate what he knew.
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The constable, a young man with thick immobile features, listened.
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He moved his head slowly to right and left and from the manager to the person on the floor, as if he feared to be the victim of some delusion.
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Then he drew off his glove, produced a small book from his waist, licked the lead of his pencil and made ready to indite.
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unit 28

He asked in a suspicious provincial accent: “Who is the man?
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unit 29

What’s his name and address?” A young man in a cycling-suit cleared his way through the ring of bystanders.
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He knelt down promptly beside the injured man and called for water.
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The constable knelt down also to help.
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unit 32

The young man washed the blood from the injured man’s mouth and then called for some brandy.
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unit 33

The constable repeated the order in an authoritative voice until a curate came running with the glass.
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unit 34

The brandy was forced down the man’s throat.
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unit 35

In a few seconds he opened his eyes and looked about him.
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unit 36

He looked at the circle of faces and then, understanding, strove to rise to his feet.
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unit 37

“You’re all right now?” asked the young man in the cycling-suit.
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unit 38

“Sha, ’s nothing,” said the injured man, trying to stand up.
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unit 39

He was helped to his feet.
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unit 40

The manager said something about a hospital and some of the bystanders gave advice.
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unit 41

The battered silk hat was placed on the man’s head.
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unit 42

The constable asked: “Where do you live?” The man, without answering, began to twirl the ends of his moustache.
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unit 43

He made light of his accident.
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unit 44

It was nothing, he said: only a little accident.
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unit 45

He spoke very thickly.
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unit 46

“Where do you live?” repeated the constable.
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unit 47

The man said they were to get a cab for him.
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unit 48

While the point was being debated a tall agile gentleman of fair complexion, wearing a long yellow ulster, came from the far end of the bar.
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unit 49

Seeing the spectacle, he called out: “Hallo, Tom, old man!
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unit 50

What’s the trouble?” “Sha, ’s nothing,” said the man.
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unit 51

The new-comer surveyed the deplorable figure before him and then turned to the constable, saying: “It’s all right, constable.
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unit 52

I’ll see him home.” The constable touched his helmet and answered: “All right, Mr Power!” “Come now, Tom,” said Mr Power, taking his friend by the arm.
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unit 53

“No bones broken.
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unit 54

What?
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unit 55

Can you walk?” The young man in the cycling-suit took the man by the other arm and the crowd divided.
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unit 56

“How did you get yourself into this mess?” asked Mr Power.
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unit 57

“The gentleman fell down the stairs,” said the young man.
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unit 58

“I’ ’ery ’uch o’liged to you, sir,” said the injured man.
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unit 59

“Not at all.” “’ant we have a little...?” “Not now.
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unit 60

Not now.” The three men left the bar and the crowd sifted through the doors into the laneway.
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unit 61

The manager brought the constable to the stairs to inspect the scene of the accident.
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unit 62

They agreed that the gentleman must have missed his footing.
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unit 63

The customers returned to the counter and a curate set about removing the traces of blood from the floor.
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unit 64

When they came out into Grafton Street, Mr Power whistled for an outsider.
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unit 65

The injured man said again as well as he could: “I’ ’ery ’uch o’liged to you, sir.
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unit 66

I hope we’ll ’eet again.
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unit 67

’y na’e is Kernan.” The shock and the incipient pain had partly sobered him.
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unit 68

“Don’t mention it,” said the young man.
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unit 69

They shook hands.
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unit 70

Mr Kernan was hoisted on to the car and, while Mr Power was giving directions to the carman, he expressed his gratitude to the young man and regretted that they could not have a little drink together.
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unit 71

“Another time,” said the young man.
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unit 72

The car drove off towards Westmoreland Street.
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unit 73

As it passed Ballast Office the clock showed half-past nine.
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unit 74

A keen east wind hit them, blowing from the mouth of the river.
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unit 75

Mr Kernan was huddled together with cold.
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unit 76

His friend asked him to tell how the accident had happened.
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unit 77

“I ’an’t, ’an,” he answered, “’y ’ongue is hurt.” “Show.” The other leaned over the well of the car and peered into Mr Kernan’s mouth but he could not see.
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unit 78

He struck a match and, sheltering it in the shell of his hands, peered again into the mouth which Mr Kernan opened obediently.
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unit 79

The swaying movement of the car brought the match to and from the opened mouth.
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unit 80

The lower teeth and gums were covered with clotted blood and a minute piece of the tongue seemed to have been bitten off.
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unit 81

The match was blown out.
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unit 82

“That’s ugly,” said Mr Power.
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unit 83

“Sha, ’s nothing,” said Mr Kernan, closing his mouth and pulling the collar of his filthy coat across his neck.
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unit 84

Mr Kernan was a commercial traveller of the old school which believed in the dignity of its calling.
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unit 85

He had never been seen in the city without a silk hat of some decency and a pair of gaiters.
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unit 86

By grace of these two articles of clothing, he said, a man could always pass muster.
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unit 87

He carried on the tradition of his Napoleon, the great Blackwhite, whose memory he evoked at times by legend and mimicry.
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unit 88

Modern business methods had spared him only so far as to allow him a little office in Crowe Street on the window blind of which was written the name of his firm with the address—London, E.C.
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unit 89

On the mantelpiece of this little office a little leaden battalion of canisters was drawn up and on the table before the window stood four or five china bowls which were usually half full of a black liquid.
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unit 90

From these bowls Mr Kernan tasted tea.
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unit 91

He took a mouthful, drew it up, saturated his palate with it and then spat it forth into the grate.
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unit 92

Then he paused to judge.
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unit 93

Mr Power, a much younger man, was employed in the Royal Irish Constabulary Office in Dublin Castle.
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unit 94

The arc of his social rise intersected the arc of his friend’s decline, but Mr Kernan’s decline was mitigated by the fact that certain of those friends who had known him at his highest point of success still esteemed him as a character.
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unit 95

Mr Power was one of these friends.
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unit 96

His inexplicable debts were a byword in his circle; he was a debonair young man.
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unit 97

The car halted before a small house on the Glasnevin road and Mr Kernan was helped into the house.
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unit 98

His wife put him to bed while Mr Power sat downstairs in the kitchen asking the children where they went to school and what book they were in.
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unit 99

The children—two girls and a boy, conscious of their father’s helplessness and of their mother’s absence, began some horseplay with him.
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unit 100

He was surprised at their manners and at their accents, and his brow grew thoughtful.
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unit 101

After a while Mrs Kernan entered the kitchen, exclaiming: “Such a sight!
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unit 102

O, he’ll do for himself one day and that’s the holy alls of it.
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unit 103

He’s been drinking since Friday.” Mr Power was careful to explain to her that he was not responsible, that he had come on the scene by the merest accident.
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unit 104

Mrs Kernan, remembering Mr Power’s good offices during domestic quarrels, as well as many small, but opportune loans, said: “O, you needn’t tell me that, Mr Power.
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unit 105

I know you’re a friend of his, not like some of the others he does be with.
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unit 106

They’re all right so long as he has money in his pocket to keep him out from his wife and family.
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unit 107

Nice friends!
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unit 108

Who was he with tonight, I’d like to know?” Mr Power shook his head but said nothing.
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unit 109

“I’m so sorry,” she continued, “that I’ve nothing in the house to offer you.
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unit 110

But if you wait a minute I’ll send round to Fogarty’s at the corner.” Mr Power stood up.
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unit 111

“We were waiting for him to come home with the money.
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unit 112

He never seems to think he has a home at all.” “O, now, Mrs Kernan,” said Mr Power, “we’ll make him turn over a new leaf.
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unit 113

I’ll talk to Martin.
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unit 114

He’s the man.
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unit 115

We’ll come here one of these nights and talk it over.” She saw him to the door.
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unit 116

The carman was stamping up and down the footpath, and swinging his arms to warm himself.
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unit 117

“It’s very kind of you to bring him home,” she said.
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unit 118

“Not at all,” said Mr Power.
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unit 119

He got up on the car.
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unit 120

As it drove off he raised his hat to her gaily.
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unit 121

“We’ll make a new man of him,” he said.
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unit 122

“Good-night, Mrs Kernan.” Mrs Kernan’s puzzled eyes watched the car till it was out of sight.
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unit 123

Then she withdrew them, went into the house and emptied her husband’s pockets.
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unit 124

She was an active, practical woman of middle age.
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unit 125

Not long before she had celebrated her silver wedding and renewed her intimacy with her husband by waltzing with him to Mr Power’s accompaniment.
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unit 126

In her days of courtship Mr Kernan had seemed to her a not ungallant figure: and she still hurried to the chapel door whenever a wedding was reported and, seeing the bridal pair, recalled with vivid pleasure how she had passed out of the Star of the Sea Church in Sandymount, leaning on the arm of a jovial well-fed man, who was dressed smartly in a frock-coat and lavender trousers and carried a silk hat gracefully balanced upon his other arm.
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unit 127

After three weeks she had found a wife’s life irksome and, later on, when she was beginning to find it unbearable, she had become a mother.
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unit 128

The part of mother presented to her no insuperable difficulties and for twenty-five years she had kept house shrewdly for her husband.
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unit 129

Her two eldest sons were launched.
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unit 130

One was in a draper’s shop in Glasgow and the other was clerk to a tea-merchant in Belfast.
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unit 131

They were good sons, wrote regularly and sometimes sent home money.
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unit 132

The other children were still at school.
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unit 133

Mr Kernan sent a letter to his office next day and remained in bed.
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unit 134

She made beef-tea for him and scolded him roundly.
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unit 135

She accepted his frequent intemperance as part of the climate, healed him dutifully whenever he was sick and always tried to make him eat a breakfast.
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unit 136

There were worse husbands.
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unit 137

He had never been violent since the boys had grown up and she knew that he would walk to the end of Thomas Street and back again to book even a small order.
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unit 138

Two nights after his friends came to see him.
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unit 139

She brought them up to his bedroom, the air of which was impregnated with a personal odour, and gave them chairs at the fire.
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unit 140

Mr Kernan’s tongue, the occasional stinging pain of which had made him somewhat irritable during the day, became more polite.
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unit 141

He sat propped up in the bed by pillows and the little colour in his puffy cheeks made them resemble warm cinders.
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unit 142

He apologised to his guests for the disorder of the room, but at the same time looked at them a little proudly, with a veteran’s pride.
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unit 143

He was quite unconscious that he was the victim of a plot which his friends, Mr Cunningham, Mr M’Coy and Mr Power had disclosed to Mrs Kernan in the parlour.
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unit 144

The idea had been Mr Power’s but its development was entrusted to Mr Cunningham.
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unit 145

Mr Kernan came of Protestant stock and, though he had been converted to the Catholic faith at the time of his marriage, he had not been in the pale of the Church for twenty years.
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unit 146

He was fond, moreover, of giving side-thrusts at Catholicism.
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unit 147

Mr Cunningham was the very man for such a case.
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unit 148

He was an elder colleague of Mr Power.
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unit 149

His own domestic life was not very happy.
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unit 150

People had great sympathy with him for it was known that he had married an unpresentable woman who was an incurable drunkard.
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unit 151

He had set up house for her six times; and each time she had pawned the furniture on him.
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unit 152

Everyone had respect for poor Martin Cunningham.
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unit 153

He was a thoroughly sensible man, influential and intelligent.
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unit 154

His blade of human knowledge, natural astuteness particularised by long association with cases in the police courts, had been tempered by brief immersions in the waters of general philosophy.
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unit 155

He was well informed.
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unit 156

His friends bowed to his opinions and considered that his face was like Shakespeare’s.
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unit 157

When the plot had been disclosed to her, Mrs Kernan had said: “I leave it all in your hands, Mr Cunningham.” After a quarter of a century of married life, she had very few illusions left.
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unit 158

Religion for her was a habit and she suspected that a man of her husband’s age would not change greatly before death.
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unit 159

She was tempted to see a curious appropriateness in his accident and, but that she did not wish to seem bloody-minded, she would have told the gentlemen that Mr Kernan’s tongue would not suffer by being shortened.
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unit 160

However, Mr Cunningham was a capable man; and religion was religion.
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unit 161

The scheme might do good and, at least, it could do no harm.
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unit 162

Her beliefs were not extravagant.
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unit 163

She believed steadily in the Sacred Heart as the most generally useful of all Catholic devotions and approved of the sacraments.
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unit 164

Her faith was bounded by her kitchen but, if she was put to it, she could believe also in the banshee and in the Holy Ghost.
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unit 165

The gentlemen began to talk of the accident.
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unit 166

Mr Cunningham said that he had once known a similar case.
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unit 167

A man of seventy had bitten off a piece of his tongue during an epileptic fit and the tongue had filled in again so that no one could see a trace of the bite.
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unit 168

“Well, I’m not seventy,” said the invalid.
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unit 169

“God forbid,” said Mr Cunningham.
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unit 170

“It doesn’t pain you now?” asked Mr M’Coy.
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unit 171

Mr M’Coy had been at one time a tenor of some reputation.
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unit 172

His wife, who had been a soprano, still taught young children to play the piano at low terms.
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unit 173

His line of life had not been the shortest distance between two points and for short periods he had been driven to live by his wits.
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unit 174

He had been a clerk in the Midland Railway, a canvasser for advertisements for _The Irish Times_ and for _The Freeman’s Journal_, a town traveller for a coal firm on commission, a private inquiry agent, a clerk in the office of the Sub-Sheriff and he had recently become secretary to the City Coroner.
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unit 175

His new office made him professionally interested in Mr Kernan’s case.
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unit 176

“Pain?
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unit 177

Not much,” answered Mr Kernan.
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unit 178

“But it’s so sickening.
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unit 179

I feel as if I wanted to retch off.” “That’s the boose,” said Mr Cunningham firmly.
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unit 180

“No,” said Mr Kernan.
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unit 181

“I think I caught a cold on the car.
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unit 182

There’s something keeps coming into my throat, phlegm or——” “Mucus.” said Mr M’Coy.
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unit 183

“It keeps coming like from down in my throat; sickening thing.” “Yes, yes,” said Mr M’Coy, “that’s the thorax.” He looked at Mr Cunningham and Mr Power at the same time with an air of challenge.
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unit 184

Mr Cunningham nodded his head rapidly and Mr Power said: “Ah, well, all’s well that ends well.” “I’m very much obliged to you, old man,” said the invalid.
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unit 185

Mr Power waved his hand.
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unit 186

“Those other two fellows I was with——” “Who were you with?” asked Mr Cunningham.
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unit 187

“A chap.
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unit 188

I don’t know his name.
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unit 189

Damn it now, what’s his name?
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unit 190

Little chap with sandy hair....” “And who else?” “Harford.” “Hm,” said Mr Cunningham.
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unit 191

When Mr Cunningham made that remark, people were silent.
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unit 192

It was known that the speaker had secret sources of information.
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unit 193

In this case the monosyllable had a moral intention.
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unit 194

Mr Harford sometimes formed one of a little detachment which left the city shortly after noon on Sunday with the purpose of arriving as soon as possible at some public-house on the outskirts of the city where its members duly qualified themselves as _bona fide_ travellers.
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unit 195

But his fellow-travellers had never consented to overlook his origin.
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unit 196

He had begun life as an obscure financier by lending small sums of money to workmen at usurious interest.
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unit 197

Later on he had become the partner of a very fat short gentleman, Mr Goldberg, in the Liffey Loan Bank.
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unit 198

Though he had never embraced more than the Jewish ethical code his fellow-Catholics, whenever they had smarted in person or by proxy under his exactions, spoke of him bitterly as an Irish Jew and an illiterate and saw divine disapproval of usury made manifest through the person of his idiot son.
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unit 199

At other times they remembered his good points.
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unit 200

“I wonder where did he go to,” said Mr Kernan.
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unit 201

He wished the details of the incident to remain vague.
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unit 202

He wished his friends to think there had been some mistake, that Mr Harford and he had missed each other.
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unit 203

His friends, who knew quite well Mr Harford’s manners in drinking, were silent.
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unit 204

Mr Power said again: “All’s well that ends well.” Mr Kernan changed the subject at once.
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unit 205

“That was a decent young chap, that medical fellow,” he said.
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unit 206

“Only for him——” “O, only for him,” said Mr Power, “it might have been a case of seven days, without the option of a fine.” “Yes, yes,” said Mr Kernan, trying to remember.
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unit 207

“I remember now there was a policeman.
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unit 208

Decent young fellow, he seemed.
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unit 209

How did it happen at all?” “It happened that you were peloothered, Tom,” said Mr Cunningham gravely.
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unit 210

“True bill,” said Mr Kernan, equally gravely.
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unit 211

“I suppose you squared the constable, Jack,” said Mr M’Coy.
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unit 212

Mr Power did not relish the use of his Christian name.
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unit 213

He was not straight-laced, but he could not forget that Mr M’Coy had recently made a crusade in search of valises and portmanteaus to enable Mrs M’Coy to fulfil imaginary engagements in the country.
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unit 214

More than he resented the fact that he had been victimised he resented such low playing of the game.
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unit 215

He answered the question, therefore, as if Mr Kernan had asked it.
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unit 216

The narrative made Mr Kernan indignant.
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unit 217

He was keenly conscious of his citizenship, wished to live with his city on terms mutually honourable and resented any affront put upon him by those whom he called country bumpkins.
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unit 218

“Is this what we pay rates for?” he asked.
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unit 219

“To feed and clothe these ignorant bostooms ... and they’re nothing else.” Mr Cunningham laughed.
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unit 220

He was a Castle official only during office hours.
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unit 221

“How could they be anything else, Tom?” he said.
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unit 222

He assumed a thick provincial accent and said in a tone of command: “65, catch your cabbage!” Everyone laughed.
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unit 223

Mr M’Coy, who wanted to enter the conversation by any door, pretended that he had never heard the story.
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unit 224

Mr Cunningham said: “It is supposed—they say, you know—to take place in the depot where they get these thundering big country fellows, omadhauns, you know, to drill.
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unit 225

The sergeant makes them stand in a row against the wall and hold up their plates.” He illustrated the story by grotesque gestures.
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unit 226

“At dinner, you know.
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unit 227

Then he has a bloody big bowl of cabbage before him on the table and a bloody big spoon like a shovel.
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unit 228

He takes up a wad of cabbage on the spoon and pegs it across the room and the poor devils have to try and catch it on their plates: 65, _catch your cabbage_.” Everyone laughed again: but Mr Kernan was somewhat indignant still.
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unit 229

He talked of writing a letter to the papers.
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unit 230

“These yahoos coming up here,” he said, “think they can boss the people.
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unit 231

I needn’t tell you, Martin, what kind of men they are.” Mr Cunningham gave a qualified assent.
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unit 232

“It’s like everything else in this world,” he said.
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unit 233

“You get some bad ones and you get some good ones.” “O yes, you get some good ones, I admit,” said Mr Kernan, satisfied.
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unit 234

“It’s better to have nothing to say to them,” said Mr M’Coy.
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unit 235

“That’s my opinion!” Mrs Kernan entered the room and, placing a tray on the table, said: “Help yourselves, gentlemen.” Mr Power stood up to officiate, offering her his chair.
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unit 236

She declined it, saying she was ironing downstairs, and, after having exchanged a nod with Mr Cunningham behind Mr Power’s back, prepared to leave the room.
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unit 237

Her husband called out to her: “And have you nothing for me, duckie?” “O, you!
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unit 238

The back of my hand to you!” said Mrs Kernan tartly.
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unit 239

Her husband called after her: “Nothing for poor little hubby!” He assumed such a comical face and voice that the distribution of the bottles of stout took place amid general merriment.
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unit 240

The gentlemen drank from their glasses, set the glasses again on the table and paused.
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unit 241

Then Mr Cunningham turned towards Mr Power and said casually: “On Thursday night, you said, Jack.” “Thursday, yes,” said Mr Power.
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unit 242

“Righto!” said Mr Cunningham promptly.
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unit 243

“We can meet in M’Auley’s,” said Mr M’Coy.
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unit 244

“That’ll be the most convenient place.” “But we mustn’t be late,” said Mr Power earnestly, “because it is sure to be crammed to the doors.” “We can meet at half-seven,” said Mr M’Coy.
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unit 245

“Righto!” said Mr Cunningham.
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unit 246

“Half-seven at M’Auley’s be it!” There was a short silence.
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unit 247

Mr Kernan waited to see whether he would be taken into his friends’ confidence.
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unit 248

Then he asked: “What’s in the wind?” “O, it’s nothing,” said Mr Cunningham.
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unit 249

“It’s only a little matter that we’re arranging about for Thursday.” “The opera, is it?” said Mr Kernan.
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unit 250

“No, no,” said Mr Cunningham in an evasive tone, “it’s just a little ... spiritual matter.” “O,” said Mr Kernan.
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unit 251

There was silence again.
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unit 252

Then Mr Power said, point blank: “To tell you the truth, Tom, we’re going to make a retreat.” “Yes, that’s it,” said Mr Cunningham, “Jack and I and M’Coy here—we’re all going to wash the pot.” He uttered the metaphor with a certain homely energy and, encouraged by his own voice, proceeded: “You see, we may as well all admit we’re a nice collection of scoundrels, one and all.
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unit 253

I say, one and all,” he added with gruff charity and turning to Mr Power.
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unit 254

“Own up now!” “I own up,” said Mr Power.
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unit 255

“And I own up,” said Mr M’Coy.
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unit 256

“So we’re going to wash the pot together,” said Mr Cunningham.
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unit 257

A thought seemed to strike him.
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unit 258

He turned suddenly to the invalid and said: “D’ye know what, Tom, has just occurred to me?
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unit 259

You might join in and we’d have a four-handed reel.” “Good idea,” said Mr Power.
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unit 260

“The four of us together.” Mr Kernan was silent.
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unit 261

The proposal conveyed very little meaning to his mind but, understanding that some spiritual agencies were about to concern themselves on his behalf, he thought he owed it to his dignity to show a stiff neck.
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unit 262

He took no part in the conversation for a long while but listened, with an air of calm enmity, while his friends discussed the Jesuits.
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unit 263

“I haven’t such a bad opinion of the Jesuits,” he said, intervening at length.
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unit 264

“They’re an educated order.
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unit 265

I believe they mean well too.” “They’re the grandest order in the Church, Tom,” said Mr Cunningham, with enthusiasm.
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unit 266

“The General of the Jesuits stands next to the Pope.” “There’s no mistake about it,” said Mr M’Coy, “if you want a thing well done and no flies about it you go to a Jesuit.
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unit 267

They’re the boyos have influence.
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unit 268

I’ll tell you a case in point....” “The Jesuits are a fine body of men,” said Mr Power.
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unit 269

“It’s a curious thing,” said Mr Cunningham, “about the Jesuit Order.
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unit 270

Every other order of the Church had to be reformed at some time or other but the Jesuit Order was never once reformed.
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unit 271

It never fell away.” “Is that so?” asked Mr M’Coy.
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unit 272

“That’s a fact,” said Mr Cunningham.
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unit 273

“That’s history.” “Look at their church, too,” said Mr Power.
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unit 274

“Look at the congregation they have.” “The Jesuits cater for the upper classes,” said Mr M’Coy.
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unit 275

“Of course,” said Mr Power.
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unit 276

“Yes,” said Mr Kernan.
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unit 277

“That’s why I have a feeling for them.
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unit 278

It’s some of those secular priests, ignorant, bumptious——” “They’re all good men,” said Mr Cunningham, “each in his own way.
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unit 279

The Irish priesthood is honoured all the world over.” “O yes,” said Mr Power.
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unit 280

“Not like some of the other priesthoods on the continent,” said Mr M’Coy, “unworthy of the name.” “Perhaps you’re right,” said Mr Kernan, relenting.
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unit 281

“Of course I’m right,” said Mr Cunningham.
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unit 282

“I haven’t been in the world all this time and seen most sides of it without being a judge of character.” The gentlemen drank again, one following another’s example.
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unit 283

Mr Kernan seemed to be weighing something in his mind.
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unit 284

He was impressed.
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unit 285

He had a high opinion of Mr Cunningham as a judge of character and as a reader of faces.
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unit 286

He asked for particulars.
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unit 287

“O, it’s just a retreat, you know,” said Mr Cunningham.
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unit 288

“Father Purdon is giving it.
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unit 289

It’s for business men, you know.” “He won’t be too hard on us, Tom,” said Mr Power persuasively.
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unit 290

“Father Purdon?
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unit 291

Father Purdon?” said the invalid.
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unit 292

“O, you must know him, Tom,” said Mr Cunningham stoutly.
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unit 293

“Fine jolly fellow!
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unit 294

He’s a man of the world like ourselves.” “Ah, ... yes.
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unit 295

I think I know him.
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unit 296

Rather red face; tall.” “That’s the man.” “And tell me, Martin.... Is he a good preacher?” “Munno.... It’s not exactly a sermon, you know.
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unit 297

It’s just kind of a friendly talk, you know, in a common-sense way.” Mr Kernan deliberated.
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unit 298

Mr M’Coy said: “Father Tom Burke, that was the boy!” “O, Father Tom Burke,” said Mr Cunningham, “that was a born orator.
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unit 299

Did you ever hear him, Tom?” “Did I ever hear him!” said the invalid, nettled.
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unit 300

“Rather!
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unit 301

I heard him....” “And yet they say he wasn’t much of a theologian,” said Mr Cunningham.
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unit 302

“Is that so?” said Mr M’Coy.
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unit 303

“O, of course, nothing wrong, you know.
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unit 304

Only sometimes, they say, he didn’t preach what was quite orthodox.” “Ah!
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unit 305

... he was a splendid man,” said Mr M’Coy.
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“I heard him once,” Mr Kernan continued.
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“I forget the subject of his discourse now.
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Crofton and I were in the back of the ... pit, you know ... the——” “The body,” said Mr Cunningham.
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“Yes, in the back near the door.
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I forget now what.... O yes, it was on the Pope, the late Pope.
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I remember it well.
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Upon my word it was magnificent, the style of the oratory.
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And his voice!
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God!
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hadn’t he a voice!
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_The Prisoner of the Vatican_, he called him.
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I remember Crofton saying to me when we came out——” “But he’s an Orangeman, Crofton, isn’t he?” said Mr Power.
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“‘Course he is,” said Mr Kernan, “and a damned decent Orangeman too.
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We went into Butler’s in Moore Street—faith, I was genuinely moved, tell you the God’s truth—and I remember well his very words.
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_Kernan_, he said, _we worship at different altars_, he said, _but our belief is the same_.
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Struck me as very well put.” “There’s a good deal in that,” said Mr Power.
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“There used always to be crowds of Protestants in the chapel where Father Tom was preaching.” “There’s not much difference between us,” said Mr M’Coy.
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“We both believe in——” He hesitated for a moment.
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“... in the Redeemer.
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Only they don’t believe in the Pope and in the mother of God.” “But, of course,” said Mr Cunningham quietly and effectively, “our religion is _the_ religion, the old, original faith.” “Not a doubt of it,” said Mr Kernan warmly.
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Mrs Kernan came to the door of the bedroom and announced: “Here’s a visitor for you!” “Who is it?” “Mr Fogarty.” “O, come in!
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come in!” A pale oval face came forward into the light.
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The arch of its fair trailing moustache was repeated in the fair eyebrows looped above pleasantly astonished eyes.
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Mr Fogarty was a modest grocer.
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He had failed in business in a licensed house in the city because his financial condition had constrained him to tie himself to second-class distillers and brewers.
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He had opened a small shop on Glasnevin Road where, he flattered himself, his manners would ingratiate him with the housewives of the district.
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He bore himself with a certain grace, complimented little children and spoke with a neat enunciation.
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He was not without culture.
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Mr Fogarty brought a gift with him, a half-pint of special whisky.
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He inquired politely for Mr Kernan, placed his gift on the table and sat down with the company on equal terms.
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Mr Kernan appreciated the gift all the more since he was aware that there was a small account for groceries unsettled between him and Mr Fogarty.
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He said: “I wouldn’t doubt you, old man.
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Open that, Jack, will you?” Mr Power again officiated.
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Glasses were rinsed and five small measures of whisky were poured out.
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This new influence enlivened the conversation.
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Mr Fogarty, sitting on a small area of the chair, was specially interested.
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“Pope Leo XIII.,” said Mr Cunningham, “was one of the lights of the age.
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His great idea, you know, was the union of the Latin and Greek Churches.
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That was the aim of his life.” “I often heard he was one of the most intellectual men in Europe,” said Mr Power.
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“I mean, apart from his being Pope.” “So he was,” said Mr Cunningham, “if not _the_ most so.
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His motto, you know, as Pope, was _Lux upon Lux—Light upon Light_.” “No, no,” said Mr Fogarty eagerly.
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“I think you’re wrong there.
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It was _Lux in Tenebris_, I think—_Light in Darkness_.” “O yes,” said Mr M’Coy, “_Tenebrae_.” “Allow me,” said Mr Cunningham positively, “it was _Lux upon Lux_.
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And Pius IX.
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his predecessor’s motto was _Crux upon Crux_—that is, _Cross upon Cross_—to show the difference between their two pontificates.” The inference was allowed.
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Mr Cunningham continued.
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“Pope Leo, you know, was a great scholar and a poet.” “He had a strong face,” said Mr Kernan.
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“Yes,” said Mr Cunningham.
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“He wrote Latin poetry.” “Is that so?” said Mr Fogarty.
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Mr M’Coy tasted his whisky contentedly and shook his head with a double intention, saying: “That’s no joke, I can tell you.” “We didn’t learn that, Tom,” said Mr Power, following Mr M’Coy’s example, “when we went to the penny-a-week school.” “There was many a good man went to the penny-a-week school with a sod of turf under his oxter,” said Mr Kernan sententiously.
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“The old system was the best: plain honest education.
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None of your modern trumpery....” “Quite right,” said Mr Power.
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“No superfluities,” said Mr Fogarty.
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He enunciated the word and then drank gravely.
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“I remember reading,” said Mr Cunningham, “that one of Pope Leo’s poems was on the invention of the photograph—in Latin, of course.” “On the photograph!” exclaimed Mr Kernan.
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“Yes,” said Mr Cunningham.
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He also drank from his glass.
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“Well, you know,” said Mr M’Coy, “isn’t the photograph wonderful when you come to think of it?” “O, of course,” said Mr Power, “great minds can see things.” “As the poet says: _Great minds are very near to madness_,” said Mr Fogarty.
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Mr Kernan seemed to be troubled in mind.
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He made an effort to recall the Protestant theology on some thorny points and in the end addressed Mr Cunningham.
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“Tell me, Martin,” he said.
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“Weren’t some of the popes—of course, not our present man, or his predecessor, but some of the old popes—not exactly ... you know ... up to the knocker?” There was a silence.
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Mr Cunningham said: “O, of course, there were some bad lots....
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But the astonishing thing is this.
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Not one of them, not the biggest drunkard, not the most ... out-and-out ruffian, not one of them ever preached _ex cathedra_ a word of false doctrine.
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Now isn’t that an astonishing thing?” “That is,” said Mr Kernan.
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“Yes, because when the Pope speaks _ex cathedra_,” Mr Fogarty explained, “he is infallible.” “Yes,” said Mr Cunningham.
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“O, I know about the infallibility of the Pope.
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I remember I was younger then.... Or was it that——?” Mr Fogarty interrupted.
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He took up the bottle and helped the others to a little more.
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Mr M’Coy, seeing that there was not enough to go round, pleaded that he had not finished his first measure.
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The others accepted under protest.
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The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
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“What’s that you were saying, Tom?” asked Mr M’Coy.
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“Papal infallibility,” said Mr Cunningham, “that was the greatest scene in the whole history of the Church.” “How was that, Martin?” asked Mr Power.
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Mr Cunningham held up two thick fingers.
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“In the sacred college, you know, of cardinals and archbishops and bishops there were two men who held out against it while the others were all for it.
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The whole conclave except these two was unanimous.
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No!
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They wouldn’t have it!” “Ha!” said Mr M’Coy.
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“And they were a German cardinal by the name of Dolling ... or Dowling ... or——” “Dowling was no German, and that’s a sure five,” said Mr Power, laughing.
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“Well, this great German cardinal, whatever his name was, was one; and the other was John MacHale.” “What?” cried Mr Kernan.
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“Is it John of Tuam?” “Are you sure of that now?” asked Mr Fogarty dubiously.
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“I thought it was some Italian or American.” “John of Tuam,” repeated Mr Cunningham, “was the man.” He drank and the other gentlemen followed his lead.
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Then he resumed: “There they were at it, all the cardinals and bishops and archbishops from all the ends of the earth and these two fighting dog and devil until at last the Pope himself stood up and declared infallibility a dogma of the Church _ex cathedra_.
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On the very moment John MacHale, who had been arguing and arguing against it, stood up and shouted out with the voice of a lion: ‘_Credo!_’” “_I believe!_” said Mr Fogarty.
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“_Credo!_” said Mr Cunningham.
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“That showed the faith he had.
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He submitted the moment the Pope spoke.” “And what about Dowling?” asked Mr M’Coy.
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“The German cardinal wouldn’t submit.
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He left the church.” Mr Cunningham’s words had built up the vast image of the church in the minds of his hearers.
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His deep raucous voice had thrilled them as it uttered the word of belief and submission.
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When Mrs Kernan came into the room drying her hands she came into a solemn company.
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She did not disturb the silence, but leaned over the rail at the foot of the bed.
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“I once saw John MacHale,” said Mr Kernan, “and I’ll never forget it as long as I live.” He turned towards his wife to be confirmed.
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“I often told you that?” Mrs Kernan nodded.
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“It was at the unveiling of Sir John Gray’s statue.
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Edmund Dwyer Gray was speaking, blathering away, and here was this old fellow, crabbed-looking old chap, looking at him from under his bushy eyebrows.” Mr Kernan knitted his brows and, lowering his head like an angry bull, glared at his wife.
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“God!” he exclaimed, resuming his natural face, “I never saw such an eye in a man’s head.
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It was as much as to say: _I have you properly taped, my lad_.
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He had an eye like a hawk.” “None of the Grays was any good,” said Mr Power.
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There was a pause again.
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Mr Power turned to Mrs Kernan and said with abrupt joviality: “Well, Mrs Kernan, we’re going to make your man here a good holy pious and God-fearing Roman Catholic.” He swept his arm round the company inclusively.
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“We’re all going to make a retreat together and confess our sins—and God knows we want it badly.” “I don’t mind,” said Mr Kernan, smiling a little nervously.
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Mrs Kernan thought it would be wiser to conceal her satisfaction.
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So she said: “I pity the poor priest that has to listen to your tale.” Mr Kernan’s expression changed.
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“If he doesn’t like it,” he said bluntly, “he can ... do the other thing.
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I’ll just tell him my little tale of woe.
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I’m not such a bad fellow——” Mr Cunningham intervened promptly.
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“We’ll all renounce the devil,” he said, “together, not forgetting his works and pomps.” “Get behind me, Satan!” said Mr Fogarty, laughing and looking at the others.
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Mr Power said nothing.
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He felt completely out-generalled.
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But a pleased expression flickered across his face.
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“All we have to do,” said Mr Cunningham, “is to stand up with lighted candles in our hands and renew our baptismal vows.” “O, don’t forget the candle, Tom,” said Mr M’Coy, “whatever you do.” “What?” said Mr Kernan.
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“Must I have a candle?” “O yes,” said Mr Cunningham.
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“No, damn it all,” said Mr Kernan sensibly, “I draw the line there.
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I’ll do the job right enough.
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I’ll do the retreat business and confession, and ... all that business.
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But ... no candles!
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No, damn it all, I bar the candles!” He shook his head with farcical gravity.
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“Listen to that!” said his wife.
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“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.
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“I bar the magic-lantern business.” Everyone laughed heartily.
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“There’s a nice Catholic for you!” said his wife.
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“No candles!” repeated Mr Kernan obdurately.
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“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.
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The gentlemen were all well dressed and orderly.
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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.
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The gentlemen sat in the benches, having hitched their trousers slightly above their knees and laid their hats in security.
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They sat well back and gazed formally at the distant speck of red light which was suspended before the high altar.
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In one of the benches near the pulpit sat Mr Cunningham and Mr Kernan.
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In the bench behind sat Mr M’Coy alone: and in the bench behind him sat Mr Power and Mr Fogarty.
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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.
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As these had not been well received he had desisted.
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Even he was sensible of the decorous atmosphere and even he began to respond to the religious stimulus.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Gradually, as he recognised familiar faces, Mr Kernan began to feel more at home.
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His hat, which had been rehabilitated by his wife, rested upon his knees.
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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.
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A powerful-looking figure, the upper part of which was draped with a white surplice, was observed to be struggling up into the pulpit.
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Simultaneously the congregation unsettled, produced handkerchiefs and knelt upon them with care.
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Mr Kernan followed the general example.
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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.
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Father Purdon knelt down, turned towards the red speck of light and, covering his face with his hands, prayed.
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After an interval, he uncovered his face and rose.
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The congregation rose also and settled again on its benches.
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Mr Kernan restored his hat to its original position on his knee and presented an attentive face to the preacher.
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The preacher turned back each wide sleeve of his surplice with an elaborate large gesture and slowly surveyed the array of faces.
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Then he said: _“For the children of this world are wiser in their generation than the children of light.
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Wherefore make unto yourselves friends out of the mammon of iniquity so that when you die they may receive you into everlasting dwellings.”_ Father Purdon developed the text with resonant assurance.
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It was one of the most difficult texts in all the Scriptures, he said, to interpret properly.
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It was a text which might seem to the casual observer at variance with the lofty morality elsewhere preached by Jesus Christ.
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But, he told his hearers, the text had seemed to him specially adapted for the guidance of those whose lot it was to lead the life of the world and who yet wished to lead that life not in the manner of worldlings.
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It was a text for business men and professional men.
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Jesus Christ, with His divine understanding of every cranny of our human nature, understood that all men were not called to the religious life, that by far the vast majority were forced to live in the world and, to a certain extent, for the world: and in this sentence He designed to give them a word of counsel, setting before them as exemplars in the religious life those very worshippers of Mammon who were of all men the least solicitous in matters religious.
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He told his hearers that he was there that evening for no terrifying, no extravagant purpose; but as a man of the world speaking to his fellow-men.
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He came to speak to business men and he would speak to them in a businesslike way.
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If he might use the metaphor, he said, he was their spiritual accountant; and he wished each and every one of his hearers to open his books, the books of his spiritual life, and see if they tallied accurately with conscience.
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Jesus Christ was not a hard taskmaster.
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He understood our little failings, understood the weakness of our poor fallen nature, understood the temptations of this life.
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We might have had, we all had from time to time, our temptations: we might have, we all had, our failings.
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But one thing only, he said, he would ask of his hearers.
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And that was: to be straight and manly with God.
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If their accounts tallied in every point to say: “Well, I have verified my accounts.
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I find all well.” But if, as might happen, there were some discrepancies, to admit the truth, to be frank and say like a man: “Well, I have looked into my accounts.
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I find this wrong and this wrong.
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But, with God’s grace, I will rectify this and this.
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I will set right my accounts.”
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GRACE.

Two gentlemen who were in the lavatory at the time tried to lift him
up: but he was quite helpless. He lay curled up at the foot of the
stairs down which he had fallen. They succeeded in turning him over.
His hat had rolled a few yards away and his clothes were smeared with
the filth and ooze of the floor on which he had lain, face downwards.
His eyes were closed and he breathed with a grunting noise. A thin
stream of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

These two gentlemen and one of the curates carried him up the stairs
and laid him down again on the floor of the bar. In two minutes he was
surrounded by a ring of men. The manager of the bar asked everyone who
he was and who was with him. No one knew who he was but one of the
curates said he had served the gentleman with a small rum.

“Was he by himself?” asked the manager.

“No, sir. There was two gentlemen with him.”

“And where are they?”

No one knew; a voice said:

“Give him air. He’s fainted.”

The ring of onlookers distended and closed again elastically. A dark
medal of blood had formed itself near the man’s head on the tessellated
floor. The manager, alarmed by the grey pallor of the man’s face, sent
for a policeman.

His collar was unfastened and his necktie undone. He opened his eyes
for an instant, sighed and closed them again. One of gentlemen who had
carried him upstairs held a dinged silk hat in his hand. The manager
asked repeatedly did no one know who the injured man was or where had
his friends gone. The door of the bar opened and an immense constable
entered. A crowd which had followed him down the laneway collected
outside the door, struggling to look in through the glass panels.

The manager at once began to narrate what he knew. The constable, a
young man with thick immobile features, listened. He moved his head
slowly to right and left and from the manager to the person on the
floor, as if he feared to be the victim of some delusion. Then he drew
off his glove, produced a small book from his waist, licked the lead of
his pencil and made ready to indite. He asked in a suspicious
provincial accent:

“Who is the man? What’s his name and address?”

A young man in a cycling-suit cleared his way through the ring of
bystanders. He knelt down promptly beside the injured man and called
for water. The constable knelt down also to help. The young man washed
the blood from the injured man’s mouth and then called for some brandy.
The constable repeated the order in an authoritative voice until a
curate came running with the glass. The brandy was forced down the
man’s throat. In a few seconds he opened his eyes and looked about him.
He looked at the circle of faces and then, understanding, strove to
rise to his feet.

“You’re all right now?” asked the young man in the cycling-suit.

“Sha, ’s nothing,” said the injured man, trying to stand up.

He was helped to his feet. The manager said something about a hospital
and some of the bystanders gave advice. The battered silk hat was
placed on the man’s head. The constable asked:

“Where do you live?”

The man, without answering, began to twirl the ends of his moustache.
He made light of his accident. It was nothing, he said: only a little
accident. He spoke very thickly.

“Where do you live?” repeated the constable.

The man said they were to get a cab for him. While the point was being
debated a tall agile gentleman of fair complexion, wearing a long
yellow ulster, came from the far end of the bar. Seeing the spectacle,
he called out:

“Hallo, Tom, old man! What’s the trouble?”

“Sha, ’s nothing,” said the man.

The new-comer surveyed the deplorable figure before him and then turned
to the constable, saying:

“It’s all right, constable. I’ll see him home.”

The constable touched his helmet and answered:

“All right, Mr Power!”

“Come now, Tom,” said Mr Power, taking his friend by the arm. “No bones
broken. What? Can you walk?”

The young man in the cycling-suit took the man by the other arm and the
crowd divided.

“How did you get yourself into this mess?” asked Mr Power.

“The gentleman fell down the stairs,” said the young man.

“I’ ’ery ’uch o’liged to you, sir,” said the injured man.

“Not at all.”

“’ant we have a little...?”

“Not now. Not now.”

The three men left the bar and the crowd sifted through the doors into
the laneway. The manager brought the constable to the stairs to inspect
the scene of the accident. They agreed that the gentleman must have
missed his footing. The customers returned to the counter and a curate
set about removing the traces of blood from the floor.

When they came out into Grafton Street, Mr Power whistled for an
outsider. The injured man said again as well as he could:

“I’ ’ery ’uch o’liged to you, sir. I hope we’ll ’eet again. ’y na’e is
Kernan.”

The shock and the incipient pain had partly sobered him.

“Don’t mention it,” said the young man.

They shook hands. Mr Kernan was hoisted on to the car and, while Mr
Power was giving directions to the carman, he expressed his gratitude
to the young man and regretted that they could not have a little drink
together.

“Another time,” said the young man.

The car drove off towards Westmoreland Street. As it passed Ballast
Office the clock showed half-past nine. A keen east wind hit them,
blowing from the mouth of the river. Mr Kernan was huddled together
with cold. His friend asked him to tell how the accident had happened.

“I ’an’t, ’an,” he answered, “’y ’ongue is hurt.”

“Show.”

The other leaned over the well of the car and peered into Mr Kernan’s
mouth but he could not see. He struck a match and, sheltering it in the
shell of his hands, peered again into the mouth which Mr Kernan opened
obediently. The swaying movement of the car brought the match to and
from the opened mouth. The lower teeth and gums were covered with
clotted blood and a minute piece of the tongue seemed to have been
bitten off. The match was blown out.

“That’s ugly,” said Mr Power.

“Sha, ’s nothing,” said Mr Kernan, closing his mouth and pulling the
collar of his filthy coat across his neck.

Mr Kernan was a commercial traveller of the old school which believed
in the dignity of its calling. He had never been seen in the city
without a silk hat of some decency and a pair of gaiters. By grace of
these two articles of clothing, he said, a man could always pass
muster. He carried on the tradition of his Napoleon, the great
Blackwhite, whose memory he evoked at times by legend and mimicry.
Modern business methods had spared him only so far as to allow him a
little office in Crowe Street on the window blind of which was written
the name of his firm with the address—London, E.C. On the mantelpiece
of this little office a little leaden battalion of canisters was drawn
up and on the table before the window stood four or five china bowls
which were usually half full of a black liquid. From these bowls Mr
Kernan tasted tea. He took a mouthful, drew it up, saturated his palate
with it and then spat it forth into the grate. Then he paused to judge.

Mr Power, a much younger man, was employed in the Royal Irish
Constabulary Office in Dublin Castle. The arc of his social rise
intersected the arc of his friend’s decline, but Mr Kernan’s decline
was mitigated by the fact that certain of those friends who had known
him at his highest point of success still esteemed him as a character.
Mr Power was one of these friends. His inexplicable debts were a byword
in his circle; he was a debonair young man.

The car halted before a small house on the Glasnevin road and Mr Kernan
was helped into the house. His wife put him to bed while Mr Power sat
downstairs in the kitchen asking the children where they went to school
and what book they were in. The children—two girls and a boy, conscious
of their father’s helplessness and of their mother’s absence, began
some horseplay with him. He was surprised at their manners and at their
accents, and his brow grew thoughtful. After a while Mrs Kernan entered
the kitchen, exclaiming:

“Such a sight! O, he’ll do for himself one day and that’s the holy alls
of it. He’s been drinking since Friday.”

Mr Power was careful to explain to her that he was not responsible,
that he had come on the scene by the merest accident. Mrs Kernan,
remembering Mr Power’s good offices during domestic quarrels, as well
as many small, but opportune loans, said:

“O, you needn’t tell me that, Mr Power. I know you’re a friend of his,
not like some of the others he does be with. They’re all right so long
as he has money in his pocket to keep him out from his wife and family.
Nice friends! Who was he with tonight, I’d like to know?”

Mr Power shook his head but said nothing.

“I’m so sorry,” she continued, “that I’ve nothing in the house to offer
you. But if you wait a minute I’ll send round to Fogarty’s at the
corner.”

Mr Power stood up.

“We were waiting for him to come home with the money. He never seems to
think he has a home at all.”

“O, now, Mrs Kernan,” said Mr Power, “we’ll make him turn over a new
leaf. I’ll talk to Martin. He’s the man. We’ll come here one of these
nights and talk it over.”

She saw him to the door. The carman was stamping up and down the
footpath, and swinging his arms to warm himself.

“It’s very kind of you to bring him home,” she said.

“Not at all,” said Mr Power.

He got up on the car. As it drove off he raised his hat to her gaily.

“We’ll make a new man of him,” he said. “Good-night, Mrs Kernan.”

Mrs Kernan’s puzzled eyes watched the car till it was out of sight.
Then she withdrew them, went into the house and emptied her husband’s
pockets.

She was an active, practical woman of middle age. Not long before she
had celebrated her silver wedding and renewed her intimacy with her
husband by waltzing with him to Mr Power’s accompaniment. In her days
of courtship Mr Kernan had seemed to her a not ungallant figure: and
she still hurried to the chapel door whenever a wedding was reported
and, seeing the bridal pair, recalled with vivid pleasure how she had
passed out of the Star of the Sea Church in Sandymount, leaning on the
arm of a jovial well-fed man, who was dressed smartly in a frock-coat
and lavender trousers and carried a silk hat gracefully balanced upon
his other arm. After three weeks she had found a wife’s life irksome
and, later on, when she was beginning to find it unbearable, she had
become a mother. The part of mother presented to her no insuperable
difficulties and for twenty-five years she had kept house shrewdly for
her husband. Her two eldest sons were launched. One was in a draper’s
shop in Glasgow and the other was clerk to a tea-merchant in Belfast.
They were good sons, wrote regularly and sometimes sent home money. The
other children were still at school.

Mr Kernan sent a letter to his office next day and remained in bed. She
made beef-tea for him and scolded him roundly. She accepted his
frequent intemperance as part of the climate, healed him dutifully
whenever he was sick and always tried to make him eat a breakfast.
There were worse husbands. He had never been violent since the boys had
grown up and she knew that he would walk to the end of Thomas Street
and back again to book even a small order.

Two nights after his friends came to see him. She brought them up to
his bedroom, the air of which was impregnated with a personal odour,
and gave them chairs at the fire. Mr Kernan’s tongue, the occasional
stinging pain of which had made him somewhat irritable during the day,
became more polite. He sat propped up in the bed by pillows and the
little colour in his puffy cheeks made them resemble warm cinders. He
apologised to his guests for the disorder of the room, but at the same
time looked at them a little proudly, with a veteran’s pride.

He was quite unconscious that he was the victim of a plot which his
friends, Mr Cunningham, Mr M’Coy and Mr Power had disclosed to Mrs
Kernan in the parlour. The idea had been Mr Power’s but its development
was entrusted to Mr Cunningham. Mr Kernan came of Protestant stock and,
though he had been converted to the Catholic faith at the time of his
marriage, he had not been in the pale of the Church for twenty years.
He was fond, moreover, of giving side-thrusts at Catholicism.

Mr Cunningham was the very man for such a case. He was an elder
colleague of Mr Power. His own domestic life was not very happy. People
had great sympathy with him for it was known that he had married an
unpresentable woman who was an incurable drunkard. He had set up house
for her six times; and each time she had pawned the furniture on him.

Everyone had respect for poor Martin Cunningham. He was a thoroughly
sensible man, influential and intelligent. His blade of human
knowledge, natural astuteness particularised by long association with
cases in the police courts, had been tempered by brief immersions in
the waters of general philosophy. He was well informed. His friends
bowed to his opinions and considered that his face was like
Shakespeare’s.

When the plot had been disclosed to her, Mrs Kernan had said:

“I leave it all in your hands, Mr Cunningham.”

After a quarter of a century of married life, she had very few
illusions left. Religion for her was a habit and she suspected that a
man of her husband’s age would not change greatly before death. She was
tempted to see a curious appropriateness in his accident and, but that
she did not wish to seem bloody-minded, she would have told the
gentlemen that Mr Kernan’s tongue would not suffer by being shortened.
However, Mr Cunningham was a capable man; and religion was religion.
The scheme might do good and, at least, it could do no harm. Her
beliefs were not extravagant. She believed steadily in the Sacred Heart
as the most generally useful of all Catholic devotions and approved of
the sacraments. Her faith was bounded by her kitchen but, if she was
put to it, she could believe also in the banshee and in the Holy Ghost.

The gentlemen began to talk of the accident. Mr Cunningham said that he
had once known a similar case. A man of seventy had bitten off a piece
of his tongue during an epileptic fit and the tongue had filled in
again so that no one could see a trace of the bite.

“Well, I’m not seventy,” said the invalid.

“God forbid,” said Mr Cunningham.

“It doesn’t pain you now?” asked Mr M’Coy.

Mr M’Coy had been at one time a tenor of some reputation. His wife, who
had been a soprano, still taught young children to play the piano at
low terms. His line of life had not been the shortest distance between
two points and for short periods he had been driven to live by his
wits. He had been a clerk in the Midland Railway, a canvasser for
advertisements for _The Irish Times_ and for _The Freeman’s Journal_, a
town traveller for a coal firm on commission, a private inquiry agent,
a clerk in the office of the Sub-Sheriff and he had recently become
secretary to the City Coroner. His new office made him professionally
interested in Mr Kernan’s case.

“Pain? Not much,” answered Mr Kernan. “But it’s so sickening. I feel as
if I wanted to retch off.”

“That’s the boose,” said Mr Cunningham firmly.

“No,” said Mr Kernan. “I think I caught a cold on the car. There’s
something keeps coming into my throat, phlegm or——”

“Mucus.” said Mr M’Coy.

“It keeps coming like from down in my throat; sickening thing.”

“Yes, yes,” said Mr M’Coy, “that’s the thorax.”

He looked at Mr Cunningham and Mr Power at the same time with an air of
challenge. Mr Cunningham nodded his head rapidly and Mr Power said:

“Ah, well, all’s well that ends well.”

“I’m very much obliged to you, old man,” said the invalid.

Mr Power waved his hand.

“Those other two fellows I was with——”

“Who were you with?” asked Mr Cunningham.

“A chap. I don’t know his name. Damn it now, what’s his name? Little
chap with sandy hair....”

“And who else?”

“Harford.”

“Hm,” said Mr Cunningham.

When Mr Cunningham made that remark, people were silent. It was known
that the speaker had secret sources of information. In this case the
monosyllable had a moral intention. Mr Harford sometimes formed one of
a little detachment which left the city shortly after noon on Sunday
with the purpose of arriving as soon as possible at some public-house
on the outskirts of the city where its members duly qualified
themselves as _bona fide_ travellers. But his fellow-travellers had
never consented to overlook his origin. He had begun life as an obscure
financier by lending small sums of money to workmen at usurious
interest. Later on he had become the partner of a very fat short
gentleman, Mr Goldberg, in the Liffey Loan Bank. Though he had never
embraced more than the Jewish ethical code his fellow-Catholics,
whenever they had smarted in person or by proxy under his exactions,
spoke of him bitterly as an Irish Jew and an illiterate and saw divine
disapproval of usury made manifest through the person of his idiot son.
At other times they remembered his good points.

“I wonder where did he go to,” said Mr Kernan.

He wished the details of the incident to remain vague. He wished his
friends to think there had been some mistake, that Mr Harford and he
had missed each other. His friends, who knew quite well Mr Harford’s
manners in drinking, were silent. Mr Power said again:

“All’s well that ends well.”

Mr Kernan changed the subject at once.

“That was a decent young chap, that medical fellow,” he said. “Only for
him——”

“O, only for him,” said Mr Power, “it might have been a case of seven
days, without the option of a fine.”

“Yes, yes,” said Mr Kernan, trying to remember. “I remember now there
was a policeman. Decent young fellow, he seemed. How did it happen at
all?”

“It happened that you were peloothered, Tom,” said Mr Cunningham
gravely.

“True bill,” said Mr Kernan, equally gravely.

“I suppose you squared the constable, Jack,” said Mr M’Coy.

Mr Power did not relish the use of his Christian name. He was not
straight-laced, but he could not forget that Mr M’Coy had recently made
a crusade in search of valises and portmanteaus to enable Mrs M’Coy to
fulfil imaginary engagements in the country. More than he resented the
fact that he had been victimised he resented such low playing of the
game. He answered the question, therefore, as if Mr Kernan had asked
it.

The narrative made Mr Kernan indignant. He was keenly conscious of his
citizenship, wished to live with his city on terms mutually honourable
and resented any affront put upon him by those whom he called country
bumpkins.

“Is this what we pay rates for?” he asked. “To feed and clothe these
ignorant bostooms ... and they’re nothing else.”

Mr Cunningham laughed. He was a Castle official only during office
hours.

“How could they be anything else, Tom?” he said.

He assumed a thick provincial accent and said in a tone of command:

“65, catch your cabbage!”

Everyone laughed. Mr M’Coy, who wanted to enter the conversation by any
door, pretended that he had never heard the story. Mr Cunningham said:

“It is supposed—they say, you know—to take place in the depot where
they get these thundering big country fellows, omadhauns, you know, to
drill. The sergeant makes them stand in a row against the wall and hold
up their plates.”

He illustrated the story by grotesque gestures.

“At dinner, you know. Then he has a bloody big bowl of cabbage before
him on the table and a bloody big spoon like a shovel. He takes up a
wad of cabbage on the spoon and pegs it across the room and the poor
devils have to try and catch it on their plates: 65, _catch your
cabbage_.”

Everyone laughed again: but Mr Kernan was somewhat indignant still. He
talked of writing a letter to the papers.

“These yahoos coming up here,” he said, “think they can boss the
people. I needn’t tell you, Martin, what kind of men they are.”

Mr Cunningham gave a qualified assent.

“It’s like everything else in this world,” he said. “You get some bad
ones and you get some good ones.”

“O yes, you get some good ones, I admit,” said Mr Kernan, satisfied.

“It’s better to have nothing to say to them,” said Mr M’Coy. “That’s my
opinion!”

Mrs Kernan entered the room and, placing a tray on the table, said:

“Help yourselves, gentlemen.”

Mr Power stood up to officiate, offering her his chair. She declined
it, saying she was ironing downstairs, and, after having exchanged a
nod with Mr Cunningham behind Mr Power’s back, prepared to leave the
room. Her husband called out to her:

“And have you nothing for me, duckie?”

“O, you! The back of my hand to you!” said Mrs Kernan tartly.

Her husband called after her:

“Nothing for poor little hubby!”

He assumed such a comical face and voice that the distribution of the
bottles of stout took place amid general merriment.

The gentlemen drank from their glasses, set the glasses again on the
table and paused. Then Mr Cunningham turned towards Mr Power and said
casually:

“On Thursday night, you said, Jack.”

“Thursday, yes,” said Mr Power.

“Righto!” said Mr Cunningham promptly.

“We can meet in M’Auley’s,” said Mr M’Coy. “That’ll be the most
convenient place.”

“But we mustn’t be late,” said Mr Power earnestly, “because it is sure
to be crammed to the doors.”

“We can meet at half-seven,” said Mr M’Coy.

“Righto!” said Mr Cunningham.

“Half-seven at M’Auley’s be it!”

There was a short silence. Mr Kernan waited to see whether he would be
taken into his friends’ confidence. Then he asked:

“What’s in the wind?”

“O, it’s nothing,” said Mr Cunningham. “It’s only a little matter that
we’re arranging about for Thursday.”

“The opera, is it?” said Mr Kernan.

“No, no,” said Mr Cunningham in an evasive tone, “it’s just a little
... spiritual matter.”

“O,” said Mr Kernan.

There was silence again. Then Mr Power said, point blank:

“To tell you the truth, Tom, we’re going to make a retreat.”

“Yes, that’s it,” said Mr Cunningham, “Jack and I and M’Coy here—we’re
all going to wash the pot.”

He uttered the metaphor with a certain homely energy and, encouraged by
his own voice, proceeded:

“You see, we may as well all admit we’re a nice collection of
scoundrels, one and all. I say, one and all,” he added with gruff
charity and turning to Mr Power. “Own up now!”

“I own up,” said Mr Power.

“And I own up,” said Mr M’Coy.

“So we’re going to wash the pot together,” said Mr Cunningham.

A thought seemed to strike him. He turned suddenly to the invalid and
said:

“D’ye know what, Tom, has just occurred to me? You might join in and
we’d have a four-handed reel.”

“Good idea,” said Mr Power. “The four of us together.”

Mr Kernan was silent. The proposal conveyed very little meaning to his
mind but, understanding that some spiritual agencies were about to
concern themselves on his behalf, he thought he owed it to his dignity
to show a stiff neck. He took no part in the conversation for a long
while but listened, with an air of calm enmity, while his friends
discussed the Jesuits.

“I haven’t such a bad opinion of the Jesuits,” he said, intervening at
length. “They’re an educated order. I believe they mean well too.”

“They’re the grandest order in the Church, Tom,” said Mr Cunningham,
with enthusiasm. “The General of the Jesuits stands next to the Pope.”

“There’s no mistake about it,” said Mr M’Coy, “if you want a thing well
done and no flies about it you go to a Jesuit. They’re the boyos have
influence. I’ll tell you a case in point....”

“The Jesuits are a fine body of men,” said Mr Power.

“It’s a curious thing,” said Mr Cunningham, “about the Jesuit Order.
Every other order of the Church had to be reformed at some time or
other but the Jesuit Order was never once reformed. It never fell
away.”

“Is that so?” asked Mr M’Coy.

“That’s a fact,” said Mr Cunningham. “That’s history.”

“Look at their church, too,” said Mr Power. “Look at the congregation
they have.”

“The Jesuits cater for the upper classes,” said Mr M’Coy.

“Of course,” said Mr Power.

“Yes,” said Mr Kernan. “That’s why I have a feeling for them. It’s some
of those secular priests, ignorant, bumptious——”

“They’re all good men,” said Mr Cunningham, “each in his own way. The
Irish priesthood is honoured all the world over.”

“O yes,” said Mr Power.

“Not like some of the other priesthoods on the continent,” said Mr
M’Coy, “unworthy of the name.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” said Mr Kernan, relenting.

“Of course I’m right,” said Mr Cunningham. “I haven’t been in the world
all this time and seen most sides of it without being a judge of
character.”

The gentlemen drank again, one following another’s example. Mr Kernan
seemed to be weighing something in his mind. He was impressed. He had a
high opinion of Mr Cunningham as a judge of character and as a reader
of faces. He asked for particulars.

“O, it’s just a retreat, you know,” said Mr Cunningham. “Father Purdon
is giving it. It’s for business men, you know.”

“He won’t be too hard on us, Tom,” said Mr Power persuasively.

“Father Purdon? Father Purdon?” said the invalid.

“O, you must know him, Tom,” said Mr Cunningham stoutly. “Fine jolly
fellow! He’s a man of the world like ourselves.”

“Ah, ... yes. I think I know him. Rather red face; tall.”

“That’s the man.”

“And tell me, Martin.... Is he a good preacher?”

“Munno.... It’s not exactly a sermon, you know. It’s just kind of a
friendly talk, you know, in a common-sense way.”

Mr Kernan deliberated. Mr M’Coy said:

“Father Tom Burke, that was the boy!”

“O, Father Tom Burke,” said Mr Cunningham, “that was a born orator. Did
you ever hear him, Tom?”

“Did I ever hear him!” said the invalid, nettled. “Rather! I heard
him....”

“And yet they say he wasn’t much of a theologian,” said Mr Cunningham.

“Is that so?” said Mr M’Coy.

“O, of course, nothing wrong, you know. Only sometimes, they say, he
didn’t preach what was quite orthodox.”

“Ah! ... he was a splendid man,” said Mr M’Coy.

“I heard him once,” Mr Kernan continued. “I forget the subject of his
discourse now. Crofton and I were in the back of the ... pit, you know
... the——”

“The body,” said Mr Cunningham.

“Yes, in the back near the door. I forget now what.... O yes, it was on
the Pope, the late Pope. I remember it well. Upon my word it was
magnificent, the style of the oratory. And his voice! God! hadn’t he a
voice! _The Prisoner of the Vatican_, he called him. I remember Crofton
saying to me when we came out——”

“But he’s an Orangeman, Crofton, isn’t he?” said Mr Power.

“‘Course he is,” said Mr Kernan, “and a damned decent Orangeman too. We
went into Butler’s in Moore Street—faith, I was genuinely moved, tell
you the God’s truth—and I remember well his very words. _Kernan_, he
said, _we worship at different altars_, he said, _but our belief is the
same_. Struck me as very well put.”

“There’s a good deal in that,” said Mr Power. “There used always to be
crowds of Protestants in the chapel where Father Tom was preaching.”

“There’s not much difference between us,” said Mr M’Coy.

“We both believe in——”

He hesitated for a moment.

“... in the Redeemer. Only they don’t believe in the Pope and in the
mother of God.”

“But, of course,” said Mr Cunningham quietly and effectively, “our
religion is _the_ religion, the old, original faith.”

“Not a doubt of it,” said Mr Kernan warmly.

Mrs Kernan came to the door of the bedroom and announced:

“Here’s a visitor for you!”

“Who is it?”

“Mr Fogarty.”

“O, come in! come in!”

A pale oval face came forward into the light. The arch of its fair
trailing moustache was repeated in the fair eyebrows looped above
pleasantly astonished eyes. Mr Fogarty was a modest grocer. He had
failed in business in a licensed house in the city because his
financial condition had constrained him to tie himself to second-class
distillers and brewers. He had opened a small shop on Glasnevin Road
where, he flattered himself, his manners would ingratiate him with the
housewives of the district. He bore himself with a certain grace,
complimented little children and spoke with a neat enunciation. He was
not without culture.

Mr Fogarty brought a gift with him, a half-pint of special whisky. He
inquired politely for Mr Kernan, placed his gift on the table and sat
down with the company on equal terms. Mr Kernan appreciated the gift
all the more since he was aware that there was a small account for
groceries unsettled between him and Mr Fogarty. He said:

“I wouldn’t doubt you, old man. Open that, Jack, will you?”

Mr Power again officiated. Glasses were rinsed and five small measures
of whisky were poured out. This new influence enlivened the
conversation. Mr Fogarty, sitting on a small area of the chair, was
specially interested.

“Pope Leo XIII.,” said Mr Cunningham, “was one of the lights of the
age. His great idea, you know, was the union of the Latin and Greek
Churches. That was the aim of his life.”

“I often heard he was one of the most intellectual men in Europe,” said
Mr Power. “I mean, apart from his being Pope.”

“So he was,” said Mr Cunningham, “if not _the_ most so. His motto, you
know, as Pope, was _Lux upon Lux—Light upon Light_.”

“No, no,” said Mr Fogarty eagerly. “I think you’re wrong there. It was
_Lux in Tenebris_, I think—_Light in Darkness_.”

“O yes,” said Mr M’Coy, “_Tenebrae_.”

“Allow me,” said Mr Cunningham positively, “it was _Lux upon Lux_. And
Pius IX. his predecessor’s motto was _Crux upon Crux_—that is, _Cross
upon Cross_—to show the difference between their two pontificates.”

The inference was allowed. Mr Cunningham continued.

“Pope Leo, you know, was a great scholar and a poet.”

“He had a strong face,” said Mr Kernan.

“Yes,” said Mr Cunningham. “He wrote Latin poetry.”

“Is that so?” said Mr Fogarty.

Mr M’Coy tasted his whisky contentedly and shook his head with a double
intention, saying:

“That’s no joke, I can tell you.”

“We didn’t learn that, Tom,” said Mr Power, following Mr M’Coy’s
example, “when we went to the penny-a-week school.”

“There was many a good man went to the penny-a-week school with a sod
of turf under his oxter,” said Mr Kernan sententiously. “The old system
was the best: plain honest education. None of your modern trumpery....”

“Quite right,” said Mr Power.

“No superfluities,” said Mr Fogarty.

He enunciated the word and then drank gravely.

“I remember reading,” said Mr Cunningham, “that one of Pope Leo’s poems
was on the invention of the photograph—in Latin, of course.”

“On the photograph!” exclaimed Mr Kernan.

“Yes,” said Mr Cunningham.

He also drank from his glass.

“Well, you know,” said Mr M’Coy, “isn’t the photograph wonderful when
you come to think of it?”

“O, of course,” said Mr Power, “great minds can see things.”

“As the poet says: _Great minds are very near to madness_,” said Mr
Fogarty.

Mr Kernan seemed to be troubled in mind. He made an effort to recall
the Protestant theology on some thorny points and in the end addressed
Mr Cunningham.

“Tell me, Martin,” he said. “Weren’t some of the popes—of course, not
our present man, or his predecessor, but some of the old popes—not
exactly ... you know ... up to the knocker?”

There was a silence. Mr Cunningham said:

“O, of course, there were some bad lots.... But the astonishing thing
is this. Not one of them, not the biggest drunkard, not the most ...
out-and-out ruffian, not one of them ever preached _ex cathedra_ a word
of false doctrine. Now isn’t that an astonishing thing?”

“That is,” said Mr Kernan.

“Yes, because when the Pope speaks _ex cathedra_,” Mr Fogarty
explained, “he is infallible.”

“Yes,” said Mr Cunningham.

“O, I know about the infallibility of the Pope. I remember I was
younger then.... Or was it that——?”

Mr Fogarty interrupted. He took up the bottle and helped the others to
a little more. Mr M’Coy, seeing that there was not enough to go round,
pleaded that he had not finished his first measure. The others accepted
under protest. The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an
agreeable interlude.

“What’s that you were saying, Tom?” asked Mr M’Coy.

“Papal infallibility,” said Mr Cunningham, “that was the greatest scene
in the whole history of the Church.”

“How was that, Martin?” asked Mr Power.

Mr Cunningham held up two thick fingers.

“In the sacred college, you know, of cardinals and archbishops and
bishops there were two men who held out against it while the others
were all for it. The whole conclave except these two was unanimous. No!
They wouldn’t have it!”

“Ha!” said Mr M’Coy.

“And they were a German cardinal by the name of Dolling ... or Dowling
... or——”

“Dowling was no German, and that’s a sure five,” said Mr Power,
laughing.

“Well, this great German cardinal, whatever his name was, was one; and
the other was John MacHale.”

“What?” cried Mr Kernan. “Is it John of Tuam?”

“Are you sure of that now?” asked Mr Fogarty dubiously. “I thought it
was some Italian or American.”

“John of Tuam,” repeated Mr Cunningham, “was the man.”

He drank and the other gentlemen followed his lead. Then he resumed:

“There they were at it, all the cardinals and bishops and archbishops
from all the ends of the earth and these two fighting dog and devil
until at last the Pope himself stood up and declared infallibility a
dogma of the Church _ex cathedra_. On the very moment John MacHale, who
had been arguing and arguing against it, stood up and shouted out with
the voice of a lion: ‘_Credo!_’”

“_I believe!_” said Mr Fogarty.

“_Credo!_” said Mr Cunningham. “That showed the faith he had. He
submitted the moment the Pope spoke.”

“And what about Dowling?” asked Mr M’Coy.

“The German cardinal wouldn’t submit. He left the church.”

Mr Cunningham’s words had built up the vast image of the church in the
minds of his hearers. His deep raucous voice had thrilled them as it
uttered the word of belief and submission. When Mrs Kernan came into
the room drying her hands she came into a solemn company. She did not
disturb the silence, but leaned over the rail at the foot of the bed.

“I once saw John MacHale,” said Mr Kernan, “and I’ll never forget it as
long as I live.”

He turned towards his wife to be confirmed.

“I often told you that?”

Mrs Kernan nodded.

“It was at the unveiling of Sir John Gray’s statue. Edmund Dwyer Gray
was speaking, blathering away, and here was this old fellow,
crabbed-looking old chap, looking at him from under his bushy
eyebrows.”

Mr Kernan knitted his brows and, lowering his head like an angry bull,
glared at his wife.

“God!” he exclaimed, resuming his natural face, “I never saw such an
eye in a man’s head. It was as much as to say: _I have you properly
taped, my lad_. He had an eye like a hawk.”

“None of the Grays was any good,” said Mr Power.

There was a pause again. Mr Power turned to Mrs Kernan and said with
abrupt joviality:

“Well, Mrs Kernan, we’re going to make your man here a good holy pious
and God-fearing Roman Catholic.”

He swept his arm round the company inclusively.

“We’re all going to make a retreat together and confess our sins—and
God knows we want it badly.”

“I don’t mind,” said Mr Kernan, smiling a little nervously.

Mrs Kernan thought it would be wiser to conceal her satisfaction. So
she said:

“I pity the poor priest that has to listen to your tale.”

Mr Kernan’s expression changed.

“If he doesn’t like it,” he said bluntly, “he can ... do the other
thing. I’ll just tell him my little tale of woe. I’m not such a bad
fellow——”

Mr Cunningham intervened promptly.

“We’ll all renounce the devil,” he said, “together, not forgetting his
works and pomps.”

“Get behind me, Satan!” said Mr Fogarty, laughing and looking at the
others.

Mr Power said nothing. He felt completely out-generalled. But a pleased
expression flickered across his face.

“All we have to do,” said Mr Cunningham, “is to stand up with lighted
candles in our hands and renew our baptismal vows.”

“O, don’t forget the candle, Tom,” said Mr M’Coy, “whatever you do.”

“What?” said Mr Kernan. “Must I have a candle?”

“O yes,” said Mr Cunningham.

“No, damn it all,” said Mr Kernan sensibly, “I draw the line there.
I’ll do the job right enough. I’ll do the retreat business and
confession, and ... all that business. But ... no candles! No, damn it
all, I bar the candles!”

He shook his head with farcical gravity.

“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 up 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.
The preacher turned back each wide sleeve of his surplice with an
elaborate large gesture and slowly surveyed the array of faces. Then he
said:

_“For the children of this world are wiser in their generation than the
children of light. Wherefore make unto yourselves friends out of the
mammon of iniquity so that when you die they may receive you into
everlasting dwellings.”_

Father Purdon developed the text with resonant assurance. It was one of
the most difficult texts in all the Scriptures, he said, to interpret
properly. It was a text which might seem to the casual observer at
variance with the lofty morality elsewhere preached by Jesus Christ.
But, he told his hearers, the text had seemed to him specially adapted
for the guidance of those whose lot it was to lead the life of the
world and who yet wished to lead that life not in the manner of
worldlings. It was a text for business men and professional men. Jesus
Christ, with His divine understanding of every cranny of our human
nature, understood that all men were not called to the religious life,
that by far the vast majority were forced to live in the world and, to
a certain extent, for the world: and in this sentence He designed to
give them a word of counsel, setting before them as exemplars in the
religious life those very worshippers of Mammon who were of all men the
least solicitous in matters religious.

He told his hearers that he was there that evening for no terrifying,
no extravagant purpose; but as a man of the world speaking to his
fellow-men. He came to speak to business men and he would speak to them
in a businesslike way. If he might use the metaphor, he said, he was
their spiritual accountant; and he wished each and every one of his
hearers to open his books, the books of his spiritual life, and see if
they tallied accurately with conscience.

Jesus Christ was not a hard taskmaster. He understood our little
failings, understood the weakness of our poor fallen nature, understood
the temptations of this life. We might have had, we all had from time
to time, our temptations: we might have, we all had, our failings. But
one thing only, he said, he would ask of his hearers. And that was: to
be straight and manly with God. If their accounts tallied in every
point to say:

“Well, I have verified my accounts. I find all well.”

But if, as might happen, there were some discrepancies, to admit the
truth, to be frank and say like a man:

“Well, I have looked into my accounts. I find this wrong and this
wrong. But, with God’s grace, I will rectify this and this. I will set
right my accounts.”