"Dear, dear--we must keep our heads! And after all, if she doesn't mind it--!" She even tried a grim joke. Welcome to our trusty friend! This welcome ended in a soft peal of mirthless laughter as Heron salaamed and then began to poke the ground with his cane. --Fill out the place for me to wash, said Stephen. The consciousness of the warm sunny city outside his window and the tender tremors with which his father's voice festooned the strange sad happy air, drove off all the mists of the night's ill humour from Stephen's brain.