Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 5 Page 15

O, well, he said. That’s good news.

He moved to go.

Well, glad to see you looking fit, he said. Meet you knocking around.

Yes, Mr Bloom said.

Tell you what, M’Coy said.

You might put down my name at the funeral, will you? I’d like to go but I mightn’t be able, you see. There’s a drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and then the coroner and myself would have to go down if the body is found. You just shove in my name if I’m not there, will you?

I’ll do that, Mr Bloom said, moving to get off. That’ll be all right.

Right, M’Coy said brightly. Thanks, old man. I’d go if I possibly could. Well, tolloll. Just C. P. M’Coy