Uncle Charles and Mr Dedalus pulled Mr Casey back into his chair again, talking to him from both sides reasonably. He told his fingers to hurry up. The terrace and the whole place, the lawn and the garden beyond it, all I could see of the park, were empty with a great emptiness. While his soul had passed from ecstasy to languor where had she been? Might it be, in the mysterious ways of spiritual life, that her soul at those same moments had been conscious of his homage? It might be.