And to the loud voice that now bids her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes.

Do you understand what he says? Stephen asked her.

Is it French you are talking, sir? the old woman said to Haines.

Haines spoke to her again a longer speech, confidently.

Irish, Buck Mulligan said. Is there Gaelic on you?

I thought it was Irish, she said, by the sound of it. Are you from the west, sir?

I am an Englishman, Haines answered.

He’s English, Buck Mulligan said, and he thinks we ought to speak Irish in Ireland.

Sure we ought to, the old woman said, and I’m ashamed I don’t speak the language myself. I’m