Портрет художника в юності
Chapter 5
Heheldthematadistanceandbroodeduneasilyonhisownthoughtagain.WhyweretheynotCranly’shands?HadDavin’ssimplicityandinnocencestunghimmoresecretly?
HewalkedonacrossthehallwithDixon,leavingCranlytotakeleaveelaboratelyofthedwarf.
UnderthecolonnadeTemplewasstandinginthemidstofalittlegroupofstudents.Oneofthemcried:
—Dixon,comeovertillyouhear.Templeisingrandform.
Templeturnedonhimhisdarkgipsyeyes.
—You’reahypocrite,O’Keeffe,hesaid.AndDixonisasmiler.Byhell,Ithinkthat’sagoodliteraryexpression.
Helaughedslyly,lookinginStephen’sface,repeating:
—Byhell,I’mdelightedwiththatname.Asmiler.
Astoutstudentwhostoodbelowthemonthestepssaid:
—Comebacktothemistress,Temple.Wewanttohearaboutthat.
—Hehad,faith,Templesaid.Andhewasamarriedmantoo.Andallthepriestsusedtobediningthere.Byhell,Ithinktheyallhadatouch.
—Weshallcallitridingahacktosparethehunter,saidDixon.
—Tellus,Temple,O’Keeffesaid,howmanyquartsofporterhaveyouinyou?
—Allyourintellectualsoulisinthatphrase,O’Keeffe,saidTemplewithopenscorn.
HemovedwithashamblinggaitroundthegroupandspoketoStephen.
