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. I admired them, had fancies about them, for we could all profit in a degree, especially when they loomed through the dusk, by the grandeur of their actual battlements; yet it was not at such an elevation that the figure I had so often invoked seemed most in place. "You're going to the water, Miss?--you think she's IN--?" "She may be, though the depth is, I believe, nowhere very great. In a vague way he understood that his father was in trouble and that this was the reason why he himself had not been sent back to Clongowes.