Портрет художника в юності
Chapter 1
Stephen,seeingandhearingthehotelkeeperthroughhisfather’sfaceandvoice,laughed.
MrDedalusputuphiseyeglassand,staringdownathim,saidquietlyandkindly:
—Whatareyoulaughingat,youlittlepuppy,you?
Theservantsenteredandplacedthedishesonthetable.MrsDedalusfollowedandtheplaceswerearranged.
—Sitover,shesaid.
MrDedaluswenttotheendofthetableandsaid:
—Now,MrsRiordan,sitover.John,sityoudown,myhearty.
HelookedroundtowhereuncleCharlessatandsaid:
—Nowthen,sir,there’sabirdherewaitingforyou.
Whenallhadtakentheirseatshelaidhishandonthecoverandthensaidquickly,withdrawingit:
—Now,Stephen.
Stephenstoodupinhisplacetosaythegracebeforemeals:
Blessus,OLord,andtheseThygiftswhichthroughThybountyweareabouttoreceivethroughChristourLord.Amen.
AllblessedthemselvesandMrDedaluswithasighofpleasureliftedfromthedishtheheavycoverpearledaroundtheedgewithglisteningdrops.
Stephenlookedattheplumpturkeywhichhadlain,trussedandskewered,onthekitchentable.
