Their voices reached his ears as if from a distance in interrupted pulsation. The rose-like glow sent forth its rays of rhyme; ways, days, blaze, praise, raise. --Do, gentleman! Don't forget your own girl, sir! --I have no money, said Stephen. I learned something-- at first, certainly--that had not been one of the teachings of my small, smothered life; learned to be amused, and even amusing, and not to think for the morrow.