Ivers, P. P. ; the rev. P. J. Cleary, O. S. F. ; the rev. L. J. Hickey, O. P. ; the very rev. Fr. Nicholas, O. S. F. C. ; the very rev. B. Gorman. O. D. C. ; the rev. T. Maher, S. J. ; the very rev. James Murphy, S. J. ; the rev. John Lavery, V. F. ; the very rev. William Doherty, D. D. ; the rev. Peter Fagan, O. M. ; the rev. T. Brangan, O. S. A. ; the rev. J. Flavin, C. C. ; the rev. M. A. Hackett, C. C. ; the rev. W. Hurley, C. C. ; the rt rev. Mgr M’Manus, V. G. ; the rev. B. R. Slattery, O. M. I. ; the very rev. M. D. Scally, P. P. ; the rev. F. T. Purcell, O. P. ; the very rev. Timothy canon Gorman, P. P. ; the rev. J. Flanagan, C. C. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc. , etc.
―Talking about violent exercise, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match?
―No, says Joe.
―I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.
―Who? Blazes? says Joe.
And says Bloom:
―What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training of the eye.
―Ay, Blazes, says Alf. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time.
―We know him, says the citizen. The traitor’s son. We know what put English gold in his pocket.
―True for you, says Joe.