'Indeed I will, if you give me some drink, for it's drink that I'm after, and not eating. I'd better get the truth out at once and have done with it. I've felt the craving coming on me for the last few days—you know what I mean—and now it's got me by the throat. I must have drink. Come along, Gogarty, and give me some, and then I'll say good-bye to you for ever.'
'Now what are you saying?'
'Don't stand arguing with me, for you can't understand, Gogarty—no one can; I can't myself. But it doesn't matter what anybody understands—I'm done for.'
'We'll have a bit of supper together. It will pass from you.'
'Ah, you little know;' and the priests walked up the hill in silence.
'Gogarty, there's no use talking; I'm done for. Let me go.'
'Come in, will you?' and he took him by the arm. 'Come in. I'm a bigger man than you, Moran; come in!'
'I'm done for,' Father Moran said again.
Father Oliver made a sign of silence, and when they were in the parlour, and the door shut behind them, he said:
'You mustn't talk like that, and Catherine within a step of you.'