Buck Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with a crust thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to search his trouser pockets.

Pay up and look pleasant, Haines said to him, smiling.

Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick rich milk.

Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his fingers and cried:

A miracle!

He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying:

Ask nothing more of me, sweet. All I can give you I give.

Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.

We’ll owe twopence, he said.