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Chapter 5
Greatmusic!
TheyturnedintoLowerMountStreet.Afewstepsfromthecornerafatyoungman,wearingasilkneckcloth,salutedthemandstopped.
—Didyouheartheresultsoftheexams?heasked.Griffinwasplucked.HalpinandO’Flynnarethroughthehomecivil.MoonangotfifthplaceintheIndian.O’Shaughnessygotfourteenth.TheIrishfellowsinClark’sgavethemafeedlastnight.Theyallatecurry.
Hispallidbloatedfaceexpressedbenevolentmaliceand,ashehadadvancedthroughhistidingsofsuccess,hissmallfat-encircledeyesvanishedoutofsightandhisweakwheezingvoiceoutofhearing.
InreplytoaquestionofStephen’shiseyesandhisvoicecameforthagainfromtheirlurking-places.
—Yes,MacCullaghandI;hesaid.He’stakingpuremathematicsandI’mtakingconstitutionalhistory.Therearetwentysubjects.I’mtakingbotanytoo.YouknowI’mamemberofthefieldclub.
Hedrewbackfromtheothertwoinastatelyfashionandplacedaplumpwoollen-glovedhandonhisbreastfromwhichmutteredwheezinglaughteratoncebrokeforth.
—Bringusafewturnipsandonionsthenexttimeyougoout,saidStephendrily,tomakeastew.
Thefatstudentlaughedindulgentlyandsaid:
—Weareallhighlyrespectablepeopleinthefieldclub.LastSaturdaywewentouttoGlenmalure,sevenofus.
—Withwomen,Donovan?saidLynch.