So long and cruel they were, though the white fattish hands were not cruel but gentle. What was it to get away if I got away only till dinner? That would be in a couple of hours, at the end of which-- I had the acute prevision--my little pupils would play at innocent wonder about my nonappearance in their train. A cold lucid indifference reigned in his soul. --O, Holy Paul, I forgot about Maurice, said Mr Dedalus.