"Ah, but he was teaching me...."
And then Kern must go quickly, lest she disgrace herself forever; screaming aloud as she had heard women who were not ladies....
The girl was gone, her head between her hands. And Cally Heth stood alone in the more than churchly stillness.
She was breaking up within. The drowned being stirred to life, with multiplying pains. And yet, in giving comfort, she had mysteriously taken it. There came to her a fortitude that was not of death.
No sound penetrated to the silent waiting-room.
The two men there spoke little. They had talked what they had to say. Sam O'Neill looked at his watch; it was twenty-five minutes to six. And, a moment later, Director Pond came up the steps, entered and said:
"Bloom will be here at six o'clock."
They spoke briefly of this. The friends of the neighborhood were to be admitted; it was agreed that this should be arranged for to-morrow morning. Pond then said:
"Is Miss Heth in there?"