For some time he had felt the slight change in his house; and those changes in what he had deemed unchangeable were so many slight shocks to his boyish conception of the world. "Well, old lady?" "Is there nothing--nothing at all that you want to tell me?" He turned off a little, facing round toward the wall and holding up his hand to look at as one had seen sick children look. He felt with a smart of dejection that the man to whom he was speaking was a countryman of Ben Jonson. The tall consumptive student and Dixon and O'Keeffe were speaking in Irish and did not answer him.