"I don't wonder you looked queer," I persisted, "when I mentioned to you the letter from his school!" "I doubt if I looked as queer as you!" she retorted with homely force. After a pause Stephen began: --Aristotle has not defined pity and terror. In reply to a question of Stephen's his eyes and his voice came forth again from their lurking-places. She came up to his step many times between their phrases and went down again and once or twice remained beside him forgetting to go down and then went down.