―And who is the best poet, Heron? asked Boland.

―Lord Tennyson, of course, answered Heron.

―O, yes, Lord Tennyson, said Nash. We have all his poetry at home in a book.

At this Stephen forgot the silent vows he had been making and burst out:

―Tennyson a poet! Why, he’s only a rhymester!

―O, get out! said Heron. Everyone knows that Tennyson is the greatest poet.

―And who do you think is the greatest poet? asked Boland, nudging his neighbour.

―Byron, of course, answered Stephen.

Heron gave the lead and all three joined in a scornful laugh.

―What are you laughing at? asked Stephen.