They entered the grounds of the college and were led by the garrulous porter across the quadrangle. Ao! --Good man, Towser! Duck him! --Come along, Dedalus! Bous Stephanoumenos! Bous Stephaneforos! --Duck him! Guzzle him now, Towser! --Help! Help! Ao! He recognized their speech collectively before he distinguished their faces. Something we see and like! Is that the best you and Aquinas can do? --Let us take woman, said Stephen. Coupling this ambition with the young man's humour Stephen had often called him one of the tame geese and there was even a point of irritation in the name pointed against that very reluctance of speech and deed in his friend which seemed so often to stand between Stephen's mind, eager of speculation, and the hidden ways of Irish life.