wave graced echo and fall.

―Fine! Myles Crawford said at once.

―The divine afflatus, Mr O’Madden Burke said.

―You like it? J. J. O’Molloy asked Stephen.

Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed. He took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O’Molloy offered his case to Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his trophy, saying:

―Muchibus thankibus.

A Man of High Morale

―Professor Magennis was speaking to me about you, J. J. O’Molloy said to Stephen. What do you think really of that hermetic crowd, the opal hush poets: A. E.