My excellent friend Bombados.

My excellent friend Bombados.

Ennis, who had gone to the yard, came back, saying:

―The boy from the house is coming up for the rector.

A tall boy behind Stephen rubbed his hands and said:

―That’s game ball. We can scut the whole hour. He won’t be in till after half two. Then you can ask him questions on the catechism, Dedalus.

Stephen, leaning back and drawing idly on his scribbler, listened to the talk about him which Heron checked from time to time by saying:

―Shut up, will you. Don’t make such a bally racket!