Hom! He gave a loud cough of laughter, smiled broadly and tugged twice at the straw-coloured goatee which hung from his blunt chin. He lay still, as if his soul lay amid cool waters, conscious of faint sweet music. --A month, my child? --Longer, father. --Would you, Cranly asked, in extreme danger, commit that particular sacrilege? For instance, if you lived in the penal days? --I cannot answer for the past, Stephen replied.