Casey’s hand to see if the purse of silver was hidden there he had seen that the fingers could not be straightened out: and Mr. Casey had told him that he had got those three cramped fingers making a birthday present for Queen Victoria. Mr. Casey tapped the gland of his neck and smiled at Stephen with sleepy eyes: and Mr. Dedalus said to him:

―Yes. Well now, that’s all right. O, we had a good walk, hadn’t we, John? Yes⁠ ⁠… I wonder if there’s any likelihood of dinner this evening. Yes⁠ ⁠… O, well now, we got a good breath of ozone round the Head today. Ay, bedad.

He turned to Dante and said:

―You didn’t stir out at all, Mrs. Riordan?