Stephen sometimes went round with the car which delivered the evening milk and these chilly drives blew away his memory of the filth of the cowyard and he felt no repugnance at seeing the cow hairs and hayseeds on the milkman's coat. The causes of his embitterment were many, remote and near. He stared before him out of his dark flaming eyes, repeating: --Away with God, I say! Dante shoved her chair violently aside and left the table, upsetting her napkin-ring which rolled slowly along the carpet and came to rest against the foot of an easy-chair. No marvel then though some men, and some good men too perhaps, but young in goodness, as Joshua then was, envy them.