flatly:

Ah fox met ah stork. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?

He droned in vain. Miss Douce turned to her tea aside.

He sighed aside:

Ah me! O my!

He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod.

Greetings from the famous son of a famous father.

Who may he be? Mr Dedalus asked.

Lenehan opened most genial arms. Who?

Who may he be? he asked. Can you ask? Stephen, the youthful bard.

Dry.

Mr Dedalus, famous father, laid by his dry filled pipe.