―As it should be, Mr Kernan said.

―What? Eh? Corny Kelleher said.

Mr Kernan assured him.

―Who is that chap behind with Tom Kernan? John Henry Menton asked. I know his face.

Ned Lambert glanced back.

―Bloom, he said, Madam Marion Tweedy that was, is, I mean, the soprano. She’s his wife.

―O, to be sure, John Henry Menton said. I haven’t seen her for some time. She was a finelooking woman. I danced with her, wait, fifteen seventeen golden years ago, at Mat Dillon’s, in Roundtown. And a good armful she was.

He looked behind through the others.