Stephen, checked by the crowd at the door, halted irresolutely. From under the wide falling leaf of a soft hat Cranly's dark eyes were watching him.
—Have you signed? Stephen asked.
Cranly closed his long thinlipped mouth, communed with himself an instant and answered:
—Ego habeo.
—What is it for?
—Quod?
—What is it for?
Cranly turned his pale face to Stephen and said blandly and bitterly:
