He left her and walked on. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat.

Well, what is it? he said, stopping.

The lacquey rang his bell behind their backs.

Barang!

Curse your bloody blatant soul, Mr Dedalus cried, turning on him.

The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his bell but feebly:

Bang!

Mr Dedalus stared at him.

Watch him, he said. It’s instructive. I wonder will he allow us to talk.

You got more than that, father, Dilly said.

I’m going to show you a little trick, Mr Dedalus said.