Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. Nicely planed. Like the way it curves there.

―I wouldn’t do anything at all in that line, Davy Byrne said. It ruined many a man the same horses.

Vintners’ sweepstake. Licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises. Heads I win tails you lose.

―True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Unless you’re in the know. There’s no straight sport going now. Lenehan gets some good ones. He’s giving Sceptre today. Zinfandel’s the favourite, lord Howard de Walden’s, won at Epsom. Morny Cannon is riding him. I could have got seven to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before.

―That so? Davy Byrne said⁠ ⁠… He went towards the window and, taking up the petty cash book, scanned its pages.