Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 7 Page 38

my hat?

He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his jacket, jingling his keys in his back pocket.

They jingled then in the air and against the wood as he locked his desk drawer.

He’s pretty well on, professor MacHugh said in a low voice.

Seems to be, J. J. O’Molloy said, taking out a cigarettecase in murmuring meditation, but it is not always as it seems. Who has the most matches?

THE CALUMET OF PEACE

He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn. J. J. O’Molloy opened his case again and offered it.