Mr O’Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in from the hallway. Stephen Dedalus, behind him, uncovered as he entered.

Entrez, mes enfants! Lenehan cried.

I escort a suppliant, Mr O’Madden Burke said melodiously. Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety.

How do you do? the editor said, holding out a hand. Come in.

Your governor is just gone.

???

Lenehan said to all:

Silence! What opera resembles a railwayline? Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

Stephen handed over the typed sheets, pointing to the title and signature.