me, Mrs Breen said, I hope it wasn’t any near relation.
May as well get her sympathy.
―Dignam, Mr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly, poor fellow. Heart trouble, I believe. Funeral was this morning.
Your funeral’s tomorrow While you’re coming through the rye. Diddlediddle dumdum Diddlediddle …
―Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen’s womaneyes said melancholily.
Now that’s quite enough about that.
Just quietly: husband.
―And your lord and master?
Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Hasn’t lost them anyhow.
―O, don’t be talking, she said. He’s a caution to rattlesnakes. He’s in there now with his lawbooks finding