"'Ohe!
Jam satis est! Dum æs exigitur, dum mula ligatut;
Tota abit hora.'"
He looked at me significantly when he said, "dum mula ligatur," but I had the victory, and I didn't mind.
"Now, look here, Father Dan, you're simply intolerable. The Conference can't get along so long as you are here. You are forever intruding your classics when we want theology."
"I call his Lordship and the Conference to witness," I said, "that I did not originate this discussion. In fact, I passed over in charitable silence the chairman's gross mispronunciation of an ordinary classical word, although I suffered the tortures of Nessus by my forbearance—"
"There will be no end to this, my Lord," said the chairman. "That'll do, Father Dan. Now, Father Irwin."
I was silent, but I winked softly at myself.
CHAPTER XXIII
A BATTLE OF GIANTS
"Now, Father Irwin," said the chairman, addressing a smart, keen-looking young priest who sat at the end of the table, "you have just come back to us from Australia; of course, everything is perfect there. What do you think—are the particles in a ciborium, left by inadvertence, outside the corporal during consecration consecrated? Now, just reflect for a moment, for it is an important matter."