“The Bells of Shandon,
Then sound so grand on
The pleasant waters of the River Lee.”
Thessalie sat by the open window and Westmore squatted at her feet on the sill of the little balcony, doing, as usual, all the talking while she lay deep in her armchair waving her fan, listening, responding with a low-voiced laugh or word now and again.
Dulcie sang:
“On the banks of the Shannon
When Mary was nigh.”
From that she changed to a haunting, poignant little song; and Barres looked up from his desk under the lamp. Then he sealed and stamped the three letters 250 which he had written to his Foreland kinfolk, and, holding them in one hand, took his hat from the table with the other, as though preparing to rise. Dulcie half turned her head, her hands still idling over the shadowy keys:
“Are you going out?”
“Just to the corner.”