Stephen lifted his eyes in wonder and saw for a moment Father Dolan's white-grey not young face, his baldy white-grey head with fluff at the sides of it, the steel rims of his spectacles and his no-coloured eyes looking through the glasses. Stephen felt that his anger had another cause but, feigning patience, touched his arm slightly and said quietly: --Cranly, I told you I wanted to speak to you. I couldn't--and I can't now!" And the poor woman burst into tears. Shame rose from his smitten heart and flooded his whole being.