And here comes the sham squire himself! professor MacHugh said grandly.

Getonouthat, you bloody old pedagogue! the editor said in recognition.

Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat. I must get a drink after that.

Drink! the editor cried. No drinks served before mass.

Quite right too, Mr Dedalus said, going out. Come on, Ned.

Ned Lambert sidled down from the table. The editor’s blue eyes roved towards Mr Bloom’s face, shadowed by a smile.

Will you join us, Myles? Ned Lambert asked.

MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED

North Cork militia! the editor cried, striding to the mantelpiece.