Stephen, who had been listening to the unspoken speech behind the words, said with assumed carelessness:
—Pascal, if I remember rightly, would not suffer his mother to kiss him as he feared the contact of her sex.
—Pascal was a pig, said Cranly.
—Aloysius Gonzaga, I think, was of the same mind,Stephen said.
—And he was another pig then, said Cranly.
—The church calls him a saint, Stephen objected.
—I don't care a flaming damn what anyone calls him, Cranly said rudely and flatly. I call him a pig.