white shoes, officiously detaches a long hair from Blazes Boylan’s shoulder.)
lenehan
Ho! What do I here behold? Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims?
boylan
(Seated, smiles.) Plucking a turkey.
lenehan
A good night’s work.
boylan
(Holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers, winks.) Blazes Kate! Up to sample or your money back. (He holds out a forefinger.) Smell that.
lenehan
(Smells gleefully.) Ah! Lobster and mayonnaise. Ah!
zoe and florry
(Laugh together.) Ha ha ha ha.
boylan
(Jumps surely from the car and calls loudly for all to hear.) Hello, Bloom! Mrs Bloom up yet?
bloom
(In a flunkey’s plum plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings and powdered wig.) I’m afraid not, sir, the last articles.....
boylan
(Tosses him sixpence.) Here, to buy yourself a gin and splash. (He hangs his hat smartly on a peg of Bloom’s autlered head.) Show me in. I have a little private business with your wife. You understand?
bloom
Thank you, sir. Yes, sir, Madam Tweedy is in her bath, sir.
