Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 8 Page 18

Milly tucked up in beddyhouse. Happy. Happy. That was the night...

O, Mr Bloom, how do you do?

O, how do you do, Mrs Breen?

No use complaining. How is Molly those times? Haven’t seen her for ages.

In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily. Milly has a position down in Mullingar, you know.

Go away! Isn’t that grand for her?

Yes. In a photographer’s there. Getting on like a house on fire.

How are all your charges?

All on the baker’s list, Mrs Breen said.

How many has she? No other in sight.

You’re in black, I see. You have no...