"Oh, it'll be dull for you. People go away. There's not much to do. I should go to the North or over to England or somewhere if I were you!" Henry felt resentful. "You seem damned anxious to get rid of me, John," he said. "You won't come into the mountains with me, and you keep on telling me to clear out of Dublin!" Marsh turned to him quickly, and put his hand on his arm. "My dear Henry," he said, very gently, "you know that I don't feel like that. I thought you'd be ... I thought you'd have a happier Easter out of Dublin, that was all. That place in Wales, where you went with poor Farlow...." "Tre'Arrdur Bay?" "Yes. Why don't you go there? It really isn't much further than Glendalough." "You can't walk to it, John, and you can walk to Glendalough!" "Oh, well, if you won't go ... you won't go, and there's an end of it. Good-bye!" "Wait a bit. Come and dine with me to-night!" "I can't, Henry!" Henry made an angry gesture. "Don't be hurt," Marsh went on quickly. "I have things to attend to. You see, I didn't know you were here. I'm on my way now to a ... a committee meeting. I'll come and see you to-morrow, if I can manage it. I'll lunch with you somewhere!" "All right. I'll meet you here at one, and we'll lunch at the Shelbourne. By the way, John, aren't there some races on Monday?" "Yes ... at Fairyhouse!" "Well, couldn't we go to them? I've never seen a horse-race in my life!..." "I don't think I can manage that, Henry!..." "Oh, damn you, you can't manage anything. Well, all right, I'll see you to-morrow!" "Good-bye, then!..." He went off, leaving Henry on the bridge staring after him, and as he went towards the Grafton Street gate, there was something slightly incongruous about his look. "I know what it is," Henry said to himself. "His coat's too big for him. He always did wear things that didn't fit him!" 2 Marsh did not keep the appointment. Soon after one o'clock, a boy came to Henry, and asked him if he were Mr. Quinn, and when Henry had assured him that he was, he said, "Mr. Marsh bid me to tell you, sir, that he's not able to come. He says he's very sorry, but he can't help it!" The lad repeated the message almost as if he had learned it by heart. "Oh, very well!" Henry said, offering money to him. "Ah, sure, that's all right, sir!" the lad said, and then he went away. "I suppose," Henry said to himself angrily, "he's at his damned drilling again!" He lunched alone, and then took the tram to Kingstown, and walked from there to Bray along the coast. He felt dispirited and lonely. Jordan and Saxon were out of Dublin ... Jordan was in Sligo, he had heard, and Saxon was staying with his uncle near the mountains. He knew that Crews lived in Bray, but he had forgotten the address. "Perhaps," he thought, "I shall see him in the street...." "Lordy God!" he exclaimed, "I'd give the world for some one to talk to. John Marsh might have tried to meet me. Fooling about with his ... penny-farthing volunteers!"