Cranly turned his pale face to Stephen and said blandly and bitterly:
—Per pax universalis.
Stephen pointed to the Tsar's photograph and said:
—He has the face of a besotted Christ.
The scorn and anger in his voice brought Cranly's eyes back from a calm survey of the walls of the hall.
—Are you annoyed? he asked.
—No, answered Stephen.
—Are you in bad humour?
—No.
—Credo ut vos sanguinarius mendax estis, said
Cranly, quia facies vostra monstrat ut vos in damno
malo humore estis.
Moynihan, on his way to the table, said in Stephen's ear: