―Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat. I must get a drink after that.

―Drink! the editor cried. No drinks served before mass.

―Quite right too, Mr Dedalus said, going out. Come on, Ned.

Ned Lambert sidled down from the table. The editor’s blue eyes roved towards Mr Bloom’s face, shadowed by a smile.

―Will you join us, Myles? Ned Lambert asked.

Memorable Battles Recalled

―North Cork militia! the editor cried, striding to the mantelpiece. We won every time! North Cork and Spanish officers!