Bloom:  (Snatches up Stephen’s ashplant) Me?  Ten shillings?  Haven’t you lifted enough off him?  Didn’t he ...?

Bella:  (Loudly) Here, none of your tall talk.  This isn’t a brothel.  A ten shilling house.

Bloom:  (His head under the lamp, pulls the chain.  Puling, the GASJET lights up A crushed mauve purple shade.  He raises the ashplant.) Only the chimney’s broken.  Here is all he ...

Bella:  (Shrinks back and screams) Jesus!  Don’t!

Bloom:  (Warding off A blow) To show you how he hit the paper.  There’s not sixpenceworth of damage done.  Ten shillings!

Florry:  (With A glass of water, enters) Where is he?

Bella:  Do you want me to call the police?

Bloom:  O, I know.  Bulldog on the premises.  But he’s a Trinity student.  Patrons of your establishment.  Gentlemen that pay the rent. (He makes A Masonic sign) Know what I mean?  Nephew of the vice-chancellor.  You don’t want a scandal.

Bella:  (Angrily) Trinity.  Coming down here ragging after the boatraces and paying nothing.  Are you my commander here or?  Where is he?  I’ll charge him!  Disgrace him, I will! (She shouts) Zoe!  Zoe!

Bloom:  (Urgently) And if it were your own son in Oxford? (Warningly) I know.

Bella:  (Almost speechless) Who are.  Incog!

Zoe:  (In the doorway) There’s a row on.

Bloom:  What?  Where? (He throws A shilling on the table and starts) That’s for the chimney.  Where?  I need mountain air.

(He hurries out through the hall.  The whores point.  Florry follows,
spilling water from her tilted tumbler.  On the doorstep all the whores
clustered talk volubly, pointing to the right where the fog has cleared
off.  From the left arrives A jingling hackney car.  It slows to in front
of the house.  Bloom at the halldoor perceives corny Kelleher who is about
to dismount from the car with two silent LECHERS.  He averts his face.