The conductor talked with the driver, both nodding often in the green light of the lamp. With this I had the full image of a repetition of what had already occurred. But there was everything, for our apprehension, in the lucky fact that no discomfortable legend, no perturbation of scullions, had ever, within anyone's memory attached to the kind old place. Do you know that? Stephen looked down and studied the tiled floor of the bar into which they had drifted.