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.