―Dinner? said Mr. Dedalus. Well, I suppose we had better, what?

―Some place that’s not too dear, said Mrs. Dedalus.

―Underdone’s?

―Yes. Some quiet place.

―Come along, said Stephen quickly. It doesn’t matter about the dearness.

He walked on before them with short nervous steps, smiling. They tried to keep up with him, smiling also at his eagerness.

―Take it easy like a good young fellow, said his father. We’re not out for the half mile, are we?