(The horse NEIGHS.)

The horse:  Hohohohohohoh!  Hohohohome!

Corny Kelleher:  Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen’s and I told him to pull up and got off to see. (He laughs) Sober hearsedrivers a speciality.  Will I give him a lift home?  Where does he hang out?  Somewhere in Cabra, what?

Bloom:  No, in Sandycove, I believe, from what he let drop.

(Stephen, prone, breathes to the stars.  Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls
at the horse.  Bloom, in gloom, looms down.)

Corny Kelleher:  (Scratches his nape) Sandycove! (He bends down and calls
to Stephen) Eh! (He calls again) Eh!  He’s covered with shavings anyhow. 
Take care they didn’t lift anything off him.

Bloom:  No, no, no.  I have his money and his hat here and stick.

Corny Kelleher:  Ah, well, he’ll get over it.  No bones broken.  Well, I’ll shove along. (He laughs) I’ve a rendezvous in the morning.  Burying the dead.  Safe home!

The horse:  (NEIGHS) Hohohohohome.

Bloom:  Good night.  I’ll just wait and take him along in a few ...

(Corny Kelleher returns to the outside car and Mounts it.  The horse
harness jingles.)

Corny Kelleher:  (From the car, standing) Night.

Bloom:  Night.

(The jarvey chucks the reins and raises his whip encouragingly.  The car
and horse back slowly, awkwardly, and turn.  Corny Kelleher on the
SIDESEAT sways his head to and fro in sign of mirth at Bloom’s plight. 
The jarvey joins in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the
farther seat.  Bloom shakes his head in mute mirthful reply.  With thumb
and palm corny Kelleher reassures that the two bobbies will allow the
sleep to continue for what else is to be done.  With A slow nod bloom
conveys his gratitude as that