"And," said Caeltia, "he is talking about knowledge."
"It's another word of his."
"And he is saying that love and knowledge are the same thing."
"I wouldn't put it past him," said Patsy.
For he was in a bad temper. Either the close confinement, or the dull weather, or the presence of Eileen Ni Cooley, or all of these, had made him savage.
He arose and began striding through the narrow room, kicking stones from one side of the place to the other and glooming fiercely at everybody. Twice he halted before Eileen Ni Cooley, staring at her, and twice, without a word said, he resumed his marching.
Suddenly he leaned his back against the wall facing her, and shouted:
"Well, Eileen a grah, the man went away from you, the man with the big stick and the lengthy feet. Ah! that's a man you'd be crying out for and you all by yourself in the night."
"He was a good man," said Eileen; "there was no harm in that man, Padraig."