Mr Dedalus dropped his coat-tails and went over to the sideboard. In spite of all he had done it. She said gaily: --Good night, Willie dear! Her room was warm and lightsome. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life! A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory.