He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying:

―Ask nothing more of me, sweet. All I can give you I give.

Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.

―We’ll owe twopence, he said.

―Time enough, sir, she said, taking the coin. Time enough. Good morning, sir.

She curtseyed and went out, followed by Buck Mulligan’s tender chant:

―Heart of my heart, were it more,

More would be laid at your feet.