Soon the whole bridge was trembling and resounding. The face of an old priest was at the grating, averted from him, leaning upon a hand. --What do you mean, Lynch asked surlily, by prating about beauty and the imagination in this miserable Godforsaken island? No wonder the artist retired within or behind his handiwork after having perpetrated this country. "Raison de plus--at that age! But it's rather nice, his long reticence.