Zoe:  (Tears open the SILVERFOIL) Fingers was made before forks. (She
breaks off and nibbles A piece gives A piece to Kitty Ricketts and then
turns kittenishly to Lynch) No objection to French lozenges? (He nods. 
She taunts him.) Have it now or wait till you get it? (He opens his
mouth, his head cocked. She whirls the prize in left circle.  His head
follows.  She whirls it back in right circle.  He eyes her.) Catch!

(She tosses A piece.  With an adroit snap he catches it and bites it
through with A crack.)

Kitty:  (Chewing) The engineer I was with at the bazaar does have lovely ones.  Full of the best liqueurs.  And the viceroy was there with his lady.  The gas we had on the Toft’s hobbyhorses.  I’m giddy still.

Bloom:  (In SVENGALI’S fur overcoat, with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the door.  Then rigid with left foot advanced he makes A swift pass with impelling fingers and gives the sign of past master, drawing his right arm downwards from his left shoulder.) Go, go, go, I conjure you, whoever you are!

(A male cough and tread are heard passing through the mist outside.  Bloom’s features relax.  He places A hand in his waistcoat, posing calmly.  Zoe offers him chocolate.)

Bloom:  (Solemnly) Thanks.

Zoe:  Do as you’re bid.  Here!

(A firm HEELCLACKING tread is heard on the stairs.)

Bloom:  (Takes the chocolate) Aphrodisiac?  Tansy and pennyroyal.  But I bought it.  Vanilla calms or?  Mnemo.  Confused light confuses memory.  Red influences lupus.  Colours affect women’s characters, any they have.  This black makes me sad.  Eat and be merry for tomorrow. (He eats) Influence taste too, mauve.  But it is so long since I. Seems new.  Aphro.  That priest.  Must come.  Better late than never.  Try truffles at Andrews.