― M’appari tutt’amor: Il mio sguardo l’incontr⁠ ⁠…

She waved, unhearing Cowley, her veil to one departing, dear one, to wind, love, speeding sail, return.

―Go on, Simon.

―Ah, sure my dancing days are done, Ben⁠ ⁠… Well⁠ ⁠…

Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting, touched the obedient keys.

―No, Simon, Father Cowley turned. Play it in the original. One flat.

The keys, obedient, rose higher, told, faltered, confessed, confused.

Up stage strode Father Cowley.

―Here, Simon. I’ll accompany you, he said. Get up.