He struck the ferrule of his umbrella on the stone floor of the colonnade.
—Hell, Temple said. I can respect that invention of the grey spouse of Satan. Hell is roman, like the walls of the romans, strong and ugly. But what is limbo?
—Put him back into the perambulator, Cranly,O'Keeffe called out.
Cranly made a swift step towards Temple, halted,stamping his foot, crying as if to a fowl:
—Hoosh!
Temple moved away nimbly.
—Do you know what limbo is? he cried. Do you know what we call a notion like that in roscommon?
