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clapped the hat on his head again.
—It’s all right now, Martin Cunningham said.
John Henry Menton jerked his head down in acknowl-
edgment.
—Thank you, he said shortly.
They walked on towards the gates. Mr Bloom, chapfall-
en, drew behind a few paces so as not to overhear. Martin
laying down the law. Martin could wind a sappyhead like
that round his little finger, without his seeing it.
Oyster eyes. Never mind. Be sorry after perhaps when it
dawns on him. Get the pull over him that way.
Thank you. How grand we are this morning!
* * * * *IN THE HEART OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLISBefore Nelson’s pillar trams slowed, shunted, changed
trolley, started for Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Clon-
skea, Rathgar and Terenure, Palmerston Park and upper
Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Rathmines, Ringsend and
Sandymount Tower, Harold’s Cross. The hoarse Dublin
United Tramway Company’s timekeeper bawled them off:
—Rathgar and Terenure!
—Come on, Sandymount Green!
Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker
and a singledeck moved from their railheads, swerved to
the down line, glided parallel.
—Start, Palmerston Park!