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trying to say it better. Poor pa. That was Mr Dignam, my father. I hope he is in
purgatory now because he went to confession to father Conroy on Saturday night.


       William Humble, earl of Dudley, and Lady Dudley, accompanied by
lieutenantcolonel Hesseltine, drove out after luncheon from the viceregal lodge.
In the following carriage were the honourable Mrs Paget, Miss de Courcy and
the honourable Gerald Ward, A. D. C. in attendance.
       The cavalcade passed out by the lower gate of Phoenix Park saluted by
obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern quays.
The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way through the metropolis. At
Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted him vainly from
afar. Between Queen’s and Whitworth bridges Lord Dudley’s viceregal
carriages passed and were unsaluted by Mr Dudley White, B. L., M. A., who
stood on Arran Quay outside Mrs M. E. White’s, the pawnbroker’s, at the
corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his forefinger, undecided
whether he should arrive at Phibsborough more quickly by a triple change of
tram or by hailing a car or on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and
Broadstone terminus. In the porch of Four Courts Richie Goulding with the
costsbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward saw him with surprise. Past Richmond
bridge at the doorstep of the office of Reuben J. Dodd, solicitor, agent for the
Patriotic Insurance Company, an elderly female about to enter changed her plan
and retracing her steps by King’s windows smiled credulously on the repre-
sentative of His Majesty. From its sluice in Wood quay wall under Tom
Devan’s office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage. Above
the crossblind of the Ormond Hotel, gold by bronze, Miss Kennedy’s head by
Miss Douce’s head watched and admired. On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus,
steering his way from the greenhouse for the subsheriff’s office, stood still in
midstreet and brought his hat low. His Excellency graciously returned
Mr Dedalus’ greeting. From Cahill’s corner the reverend Hugh C. Love, M. A.,
made obeisance unperceived, mindful of lords deputies whose hands benignant
had held of yore rich advowsons. On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M’Coy,
taking leave of each other, watched the carriages go by. Passing by Roger Greene’s
office and Dollard’s big red printinghouse Gerty Mac Dowell, carrying the
Catesby’s cork lino letters for her father who was laid up, knew by the style