happened to anyone before. A most singular accident! He stood
looking through the studio unable to go on with his packing,
thinking of what Harding and he had been saying to each other. The
"Celtic renaissance!" Harding believed, or was inclined to
believe, that the Gael was not destined to disappear, that in
making the Cross of Cong he had not got as far as he was intended
to get. But even Harding had admitted that no race had taken to
religion quite so seriously as the Celt. The Druids had put aside
the oak leaves and put on the biretta. There had never been a
religious revolution in Ireland. In the fifth and sixth centuries
all the intelligence of Ireland had gone into religion. "Ireland
is immersed in the religious vocation, and there can be no
renaissance without a religious revolt." The door of the studio
opened. It was Lucy; and he wondered what she had come back for.

"It wasn't Father Tom. I knew it wasn't," she said.

"Do you know who it was then?"

"Yes, my brothers, Pat and Taigdh."

"Pat and Taigdh broke my statue! But what did they do that for?
What did I ever do to them?"

"I saw them whispering together. I could see they had a secret,
something inspired me, and when Taigdh went out I got Pat by
himself and I coaxed him and I frightened him. I told him that
things had been broken in your studio, and that the police were
making inquiries. I saw at once that he knew all about it. He got
frightened and he told me that last night when I went to my room