short time?… who did?… you’re a liar, excuse me… the gentleman paid down like a gentleman… drink… it’s long after eleven.
stephen
(At the pianola, making a gesture of abhorrence.) No bottles! What, eleven? A riddle.
zoe
(Lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign into the top of her stocking.) Hard earned on the flat of my back.
lynch
(Lifting Kitty from the table.) Come!
kitty
Wait. (She clutches the two crowns.)
florry
And me?
lynch
Hoopla!
stephen
The fox crew, the cocks flew,
The bells in heaven
Were striking eleven.
’Tis time for her poor soul
To get out of heaven.
bloom
(Quietly lays a half sovereign on the table between Bella and Florry.) So. Allow me. (He takes up the pound note.) Three times ten. We’re square.
bella
(Admiringly.) You’re such a slyboots, old cocky. I could kiss you.
