Hal considered a moment , pen in air , and Puck said some long words . ` Aha ! that was my case too , ' he cried . ` Beany -- you say -- but certainly I did not conduct myself well . I was proud of -- of such things as porches -- a Galilee porch at Lincoln for choice -- proud of one Torrigiano 's arm on my shoulder , proud of my knighthood when I made the gilt scroll-work for the Sovereign -- our King 's ship . But Father Roger sitting in Merton Library , he did not forget me . At the top of my pride , when I and no other should have builded the porch at Lincoln , he laid it on me with a terrible forefinger to go back to my Sussex clays and rebuild , at my own charges , my own church , where us Dawes have been buried for six generations . `` Out ! Son of my Art ! '' said he . `` Fight the Devil at home ere you call yourself a man and a craftsman . '' And I quaked , and I went ... How 's yon , Robin ? ' He flourished the finished sketch before Puck . ` Me ! Me past peradventure , ' said Puck , smirking like a man at a mirror . ` Ah , see ! The rain has took off ! I hate housen in daylight . ' ` Whoop ! Holiday ! '
cried XXXXX , leaping up .
Aha Beany Dawes Devil Hal Puck Sussex daylight peradventure scroll-work