‘Now what are you saying?’
‘Don’t stand arguing with me, for you can’t understand, Gogarty—no one can; I can’t myself. But it doesn’t matter what anybody understands—I’m done for.’
‘We’ll have a bit of supper together. It will pass from you.’
‘Ah, you little know;’ and the priests walked up the hill in silence.
‘Gogarty, there’s no use talking; I’m done for. Let me go.’
‘Come in, will you?’ and he took him by the arm. ‘Come in. I’m a bigger man than you, Moran; come in!’
‘I’m done for,’ Father Moran said again.
Father Oliver made a sign of silence, and when they were in the parlour, and the door shut behind them, he said:
‘You mustn’t talk like that, and Catherine within a step of you.’
‘I’ve told you, Gogarty, I’m done for, and I’ve just come here to bid you good-bye; but before
