A wasting breath of humiliation blew bleakly over his soul to think of how he had fallen, to feel that those souls were dearer to God than his. Then, bowing his head, he repeated the CONFITEOR in fright. 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. A hush fell on the class.