Neither of the others spoke. Donovan took leave of them urbanely.
—I must go, he said softly and benevolently, I have a strong suspicion, amounting almost to a conviction,that my sister intended to make pancakes today for the dinner of the Donovan family.
—Goodbye, Stephen said in his wake. Don't forget the turnips for me and my mate.
Lynch gazed after him, his lip curling in slow scorn till his face resembled a devil's mask: