Ulysses
an Driscoll.
THE CRIER: Mary Driscoll, scullerymaid!
(Mary Driscoll, a slipshod servant girl, approaches. She
has a bucket on the crook of her arm and a scouringbrush in
her hand.)
SECOND WATCH: Another! Are you of the unfortu-
nate class?
MARY DRISCOLL: (Indignantly) I’m not a bad one. I
bear a respectable character and was four months in my last
place. I was in a situation, six pounds a year and my chances
with Fridays out and I had to leave owing to his carryings
on.
FIRST WATCH: What do you tax him with?
MARY DRISCOLL: He made a certain suggestion but I
thought more of myself as poor as I am.
BLOOM: (In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers,
heelless slippers, unshaven, his hair rumpled: softly) I treated
you white. I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far
above your station. Incautiously I took your part when you
were accused of pilfering. There’s a medium in all things.
Play cricket.
MARY DRISCOLL: (Excitedly) As God is looking down
on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oysters!
FIRST WATCH: The offence complained of? Did some-
thing happen?
MARY DRISCOLL: He surprised me in the rere of the
premises, Your honour, when the missus was out shopping
one morning with a request for a safety pin. He held me and
I was discoloured in four places as a result. And he inter-