—He has the face of a besotted Christ.
The scorn and anger in his voice brought Cranly's eyes back from a calm survey of the walls of the hall.
—Are you annoyed? he asked.
—No, answered Stephen.
—Are you in bad humour?
—No.
—Credo ut vos sanguinarius mendax estis, said
Cranly, quia facies vostra monstrat ut vos in damno
malo humore estis.
Moynihan, on his way to the table, said in Stephen's ear:
—MacCann is in tiptop form. ready to shed the last drop. Brand new world. No stimulants and votes for the bitches.