a servant being the symbol of Irish art is deuced good.

Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen’s foot under the table and said with warmth of tone:

Wait till you hear him on Hamlet, Haines.

Well, I mean it, Haines said, still speaking to Stephen. I was just thinking of it when that poor old creature came in.

Would I make any money by it? Stephen asked.

Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of the hammock, said:

I don’t know, I’m sure.

He strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen and said with coarse vigour:

You put your hoof in it now.