He saw him lift his hand towards the people and heard him say in a loud voice of sorrow over the waters: 

—­He is dead.  We saw him lying upon the catafalque.  A wail of sorrow went up from the people.

—­Parnell!  Parnell!  He is dead!

They fell upon their knees, moaning in sorrow.

And he saw Dante in a maroon velvet dress and with a green velvet mantle hanging from her shoulders walking proudly and silently past the people who knelt by the water’s edge.

* * * * *

A great fire, banked high and red, flamed in the grate and under the ivy-twined branches of the chandelier the Christmas table was spread.  They had come home a little late and still dinner was not ready:  but it would be ready in a jiffy his mother had said.  They were waiting for the door to open and for the servants to come in, holding the big dishes covered with their heavy metal covers.

All were waiting:  uncle Charles, who sat far away in the shadow of the window, Dante and Mr Casey, who sat in the easy-chairs at either side of the hearth, Stephen, seated on a chair between them, his feet resting on the toasted boss.  Mr Dedalus looked at himself in the pierglass above the mantelpiece, waxed out his moustache ends and then, parting his coat-tails, stood with his back to the glowing fire:  and still from time to time he withdrew a hand from his coat-tail to wax out one of his moustache ends.  Mr Casey leaned his head to one side and, smiling, tapped the gland of his neck with his fingers.  And Stephen smiled too for he knew now that it was not true that Mr Casey had a purse of silver in his throat.  He smiled to think how the silvery noise which Mr Casey used to make had deceived him.  And when he had tried to open Mr Casey’s hand to see if the purse of silver was hidden there he had seen that the fingers could not be straightened out:  and Mr Casey had told him that he had got those three cramped fingers making a birthday present for Queen Victoria.  Mr Casey tapped the gland of his neck and smiled at Stephen with sleepy eyes:  and Mr Dedalus said to him: 

—­Yes.  Well now, that’s all right.  O, we had a good walk, hadn’t we, John?  Yes...  I wonder if there’s any likelihood of dinner this evening.  Yes...  O, well now, we got a good breath of ozone round the Head today.  Ay, bedad.

He turned to Dante and said: 

—­You didn’t stir out at all, Mrs Riordan?

Dante frowned and said shortly: 

—­No.

Mr Dedalus dropped his coat-tails and went over to the sideboard.  He brought forth a great stone jar of whisky from the locker and filled the decanter slowly, bending now and then to see how much he had poured in.  Then replacing the jar in the locker he poured a little of the whisky into two glasses, added a little water and came back with them to the fireplace.

—­A thimbleful, John, he said, just to whet your appetite.