It seemed now that all this was past and over for him.

Holiday time would bring him back to Carrowkeel, but would it be the same?
Would he be the same?
He looked at his father, half hoping for sympathy; but the old man sat gazing--it seemed to Hyacinth stupidly--into the fire.

He wondered if his father had forgotten that this was their last evening together.

Then suddenly, without raising his eyes, the old man began to speak, and it appeared that he, too, was thinking of the change.
'I do not know, my son, what they will teach you in their school of divinity.

I have long ago forgotten all I learned there, and I have not missed the knowledge.