rs Riordan any sauce.

    Mr Dedalus seized t.

    --  I? y te covered e h her hands and said:

    -- No, thanks.

    Mr Dedalus turned to uncle Charles.

    -- how are you off, sir?

    -- Righe mail, Simon.

    -- You, John?

    -- Im all right. Go on yourself.

    -- Mary? epo make your hair curl.

    epe and set t again on table. t tender. Uncle C speak because   it was.

    -- t o t? said Mr Dedalus.

    -- I didnt t much in him, said Mr Casey.

    -- Ill pay your dues, faturning to a polling-booth.

    -- A nice anse, for any man calling o give to .

    -- to blame, said Mr Dedalus suavely. If took a fools advice ttention to religion.

    -- It is religion, Dante said. ty in he people.

    -- e go to ty to pray to our Maker and not to ion addresses.

    -- It is religion, Dante said again. t. t direct their flocks.

    -- And preacics from tar, is it? asked Mr Dedalus.

    -- Certainly, said Dante. It is a question of public morality. A priest  be a priest if  tell  is rig is wrong.

    Mrs Dedalus laid down her knife and fork, saying:

    -- For pity sake and for pity sake let us ical discussion on the year.

    -- Quite rigs quite enoug another word now.

    -- Yes, yes, said Mr Dedalus quickly.

    he dish boldly and said:

    -- Nourkey?

    Nobody anse said:

    -- Nice language for any cato use!

    -- Mrs Riordan, I appeal to you, said Mrs Dedalus, to let tter drop now.