All raised their thighs, eyed with disfavour the mildewed buttonless leather of the seats. Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned downward and said:
―Unless I’m greatly mistaken. What do you think, Martin?
―It struck me too, Martin Cunningham said.
Mr Bloom set his thigh down. Glad I took that bath. Feel my feet quite clean. But I wish Mrs Fleming had darned these socks better.
Mr Dedalus sighed resignedly.
―After all, he said, it’s the most natural thing in the world.
―Did Tom Kernan turn up? Martin Cunningham asked, twirling the peak of his beard gently.
―Yes, Mr Bloom answered. He’s behind with Ned Lambert and Hynes.
―And Corny Kelleher himself? Mr Power asked.
―At the cemetery, Martin Cunningham said.
―I met M’Coy this morning, Mr Bloom said. He said he’d try to come.
The carriage halted short.
―What’s wrong?
―We’re stopped.
―Where are we?
Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.
―The grand canal, he said.