Mr Dedalus put up his eyeglass and, staring down at him, said quietly and kindly: --What are you laughing at, you little puppy, you? The servants entered and placed the dishes on the table. I suppose you mean the barefooted children that are taught by a bloody ape like you. Cranly pushed solemnly through the throng of students, linking Stephen and Temple like a celebrant attended by his ministers on his way to the altar. I had not gone to bed; I sat reading by a couple of candles.