Well there was one old lady, and a drunken old harridan she was surely, that paid all her attention to me. I didn't ask more than that-- I only asked that he should KNOW; and the only way to be sure he knew would be to see it, and the kind light of it, in his handsome face. But I shall get it out of you yet! There was something in the boy that suggested to you," I continued, "that he covered and concealed their relation. --Stephanos Dedalos! Bous Stephanoumenos! Bous Stephaneforos! Their banter was not new to him and now it flattered his mild proud sovereignty.