—Poor old Christy, he's nearly lopsided now with roguery.
—Simon, said Mrs Dedalus, you haven't given Mrs riordan any sauce.
Mr Dedalus seized the sauceboat.
—Haven't I? he cried. Mrs riordan, pity the poor blind.
Dante covered her plate with her hands and said:
—No, thanks.
Mr Dedalus turned to uncle Charles.
—How are you off, sir?
—Right as the mail, Simon.
—You, John?