―Tell me, did I tell you that story about a very famous spit?

―You did not, John, said Mr. Dedalus.

―Why then, said Mr. Casey, it is a most instructive story. It happened not long ago in the county Wicklow where we are now.

He broke off and, turning towards Dante, said with quiet indignation:

―And I may tell you, ma’am, that I, if you mean me, am no renegade catholic. I am a catholic as my father was and his father before him and his father before him again when we gave up our lives rather than sell our faith.

―The more shame to you now, Dante said, to speak as you do.