―The story, John, said Mr. Dedalus smiling. Let us have the story anyhow.

―Catholic indeed! repeated Dante ironically. The blackest protestant in the land would not speak the language I have heard this evening.

Mr. Dedalus began to sway his head to and fro, crooning like a country singer.

―I am no protestant, I tell you again, said Mr. Casey, flushing.

Mr. Dedalus, still crooning and swaying his head, began to sing in a grunting nasal tone: