Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 11 Page 23

That must have been highly diverting, said he. I see.

He see. He drank. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Set down his glass.

He looked towards the saloon door.

I see you have moved the piano.

The tuner was in today, miss Douce replied, tuning it for the smoking concert and I never heard such an exquisite player.

Is that a fact?

Didn’t he, miss Kennedy? The real classical, you know. And blind too, poor fellow. Not twenty I’m sure he was.

Is that a fact? Mr Dedalus said.

He drank and strayed away.

So sad to look at his face, miss Douce condoled.