But it's no good. As a Catholic I can't divorce, and even if I could, Christopher has never given me any ground. I wouldn't be too sure about that. But I am sure! Christopher is the straightest man I know. He makes me want to scream. Would you look at herself! Penthesilea to the life! Wouldn't you say so, Lord Brownlie? Good morning, Father. I suppose you think that because you're a priest, you can say things I'd horsewhip any other man for. Now, your mama tells me you might know the whereabouts of a good map I recall, six inch to the mile, showing footpaths and the like. Where would I find such a thing? In the window seat. Is it to send to Germany? There's two battalions of the Irish Volunteers out there fighting the Germans. No, 'tis a nice, long, solitary walk. That's what I'm thinking of. With a packed lunch, maybe. That's my plan for today. Well...