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“There’saniceCatholicforyou!”saidhiswife.
“Nocandles!”repeatedMr.Kernanobdurately.“That’soff!”
ThetranseptoftheJesuitChurchinGardinerStreetwasalmostfull;andstillateverymomentgentlemenenteredfromthesidedoorand,directedbythelay-brother,walkedontiptoealongtheaislesuntiltheyfoundseatingaccommodation.Thegentlemenwereallwelldressedandorderly.Thelightofthelampsofthechurchfelluponanassemblyofblackclothesandwhitecollars,relievedhereandtherebytweeds,ondarkmottledpillarsofgreenmarbleandonlugubriouscanvases.Thegentlemensatinthebenches,havinghitchedtheirtrousersslightlyabovetheirkneesandlaidtheirhatsinsecurity.Theysatwellbackandgazedformallyatthedistantspeckofredlightwhichwassuspendedbeforethehighaltar.
InoneofthebenchesnearthepulpitsatMr.CunninghamandMr.Kernan.InthebenchbehindsatMr.M’Coyalone:andinthebenchbehindhimsatMr.PowerandMr.Fogarty.Mr.M’Coyhadtriedunsuccessfullytofindaplaceinthebenchwiththeothers,and,whenthepartyhadsettleddownintheformofaquincunx,hehadtriedunsuccessfullytomakecomicremarks.Asthesehadnotbeenwellreceived,hehaddesisted.Evenhewassensibleofthedecorousatmosphereandevenhebegantorespondtothereligiousstimulus.Inawhisper,Mr.CunninghamdrewMr.Kernan’sattentiontoMr.Harford,themoneylender,whosatsomedistanceoff,andtoMr.
