How many has she? No other in sight.

―You’re in black I see. You have no⁠ ⁠…

―No, Mr Bloom said. I have just come from a funeral.

Going to crop up all day, I foresee. Who’s dead, when and what did he die of? Turn up like a bad penny.

―O dear 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.