ch further than
Glendalough."

"You can't walk to it, John, and you can walk to Glendalough!"

"Oh, well, if you won't go ... you won't go, and there's an end of it.
Good-bye!"

"Wait a bit. Come and dine with me to-night!"

"I can't, Henry!" Henry made an angry gesture. "Don't be hurt," Marsh
went on quickly. "I have things to attend to. You see, I didn't know you
were here. I'm on my way now to a ... a committee meeting. I'll come and
see you to-morrow, if I can manage it. I'll lunch with you somewhere!"

"All right. I'll meet you here at one, and we'll lunch at the
Shelbourne. By the way, John, aren't there some races on Monday?"

"Yes ... at Fairyhouse!"

"Well, couldn't we go to them? I've never seen a horse-race in my
life!..."

"I don't think I can manage that, Henry!..."

"Oh, damn you, you can't manage anything. Well, all right, I'll see you
to-morrow!"

"Good-bye, then!..."

He went off, leaving Henry on the bridge staring after him, and as he
went towards the Grafton Street gate, there was something slightly
incongruous about his look.

"I know what it is," Henry said to himself. "His coat's too big for him.
He always did wear things that didn't fit him!"

2

Marsh did not keep the appointment. Soon after one o'clock, a boy came
to Henry, and asked him if he were Mr. Quinn, and when Henry had assured
him that he was, he said, "Mr. Marsh bid me to tell you, sir, that he's
not able to come. He says he's very sorry, but he can't help it!"

The lad repeated the message almost as if he had learned it by heart.
"Oh, very well!" Henry said, offering money to him.

"Ah, sure, that's all right, sir!" the lad said, and then he went away.

"I suppose," Henry said to himself angrily, "he's at his damned drilling
again!"

He lunched alone, and then took the tram to Kingstown, and walked from
there to Bray along the coast. He felt dispirited and lonely. Jordan and
Saxon were out of Dublin ... Jordan was in Sligo, he had heard, and
Saxon was staying with his uncle near the mountains. He knew that Crews
lived in Bray, but he had forgotten the address. "Perhaps," he thought,
"I shall see him in the street...."

"Lordy God!" he exclaimed, "I'd give the world for some one to talk to.
John Marsh might have tried to meet me. Fooling about with his ...
penny-farthing volunteers!"

"In a little while," he said to himself, as he descended into Killiney
and walked along the road by the railway station, "I