" He turned round to the fire, gave a kick to a log, watched it an instant. If he sent her the verses? They would be read out at breakfast amid the tapping of egg-shells. Moynihan, seeing the professor bend over the coils, rose in his bench and, clacking noiselessly the fingers of his right hand, began to call with the voice of a slobbering urchin. In that dim life which he had lived through in his musings he had assumed the voices and gestures which he had noted with various priests.