Poor Douglas, before his death--when it was in sight--committed to me the manuscript that reached him on the third of these days and that, on the same spot, with immense effect, he began to read to our hushed little circle on the night of the fourth. An enchantment of the heart! The night had been enchanted. Stephen listened to them in some wonderment for Boland was the dunce and Nash the idler of the class. "This, I recognize, is from the headmaster, and the headmaster's an awful bore.