But the next day, Sunday, we were out for a walk together and when we were coming home he took out his cigar case and said:⁠—By the by, Simon, I didn’t know you smoked, or something like that.⁠—Of course I tried to carry it off as best I could.⁠—If you want a good smoke, he said, try one of these cigars. An American captain made me a present of them last night in Queenstown.

Stephen heard his father’s voice break into a laugh which was almost a sob.

―He was the handsomest man in Cork at that time, by God he was! The women used to stand to look after him in the street.