let his head sink suddenly down and forward, hunching his shoulders and dropping his underjaw.

Give it up, father, Dilly said. All the people are looking at you.

Mr Dedalus drew himself upright and tugged again at his moustache.

Did you get any money? Dilly asked.

Where would I get money? Mr Dedalus said. There is no-one in Dublin would lend me fourpence.

You got some, Dilly said, looking in his eyes.

How do you know that?

Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek.

Mr Kernan, pleased with the order he had booked, walked boldly along James’s street.