going to lunch, he said, pointing backward with his thumb.

―Did you? Hynes asked.

―Mm, Mr Bloom said. Look sharp and you’ll catch him.

―Thanks, old man, Hynes said. I’ll tap him too.

He hurried on eagerly towards the Freeman’s Journal .

Three bob I lent him in Meagher’s. Three weeks. Third hint.

We See the Canvasser at Work

Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti’s desk.

―Excuse me, councillor, he said. This ad, you see. Keyes, you remember.

Mr Nannetti considered the cutting a while and nodded.

―He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said.

He doesn’t hear