bloom
(Rushes to the hall, rushes back.) What lamp, woman?
a whore
He tore his coat.
bella
(Her eyes hard with anger and cupidity, points.) Who’s to pay for that? Ten shillings. You’re a witness.
bloom
(Snatches up Stephen’s ashplant.) Me? Ten shillings? Haven’t you lifted enough off him? Didn’t he…!
bella
(Loudly.) Here, none of your tall talk. This isn’t a brothel. A ten shilling house.
bloom
(His hand under the lamp, pulls the chain. Pulling, the gasjet lights up a crushed mauve purple shade. He raises the ashplant.) Only the chimney’s broken. Here is all he…
bella
(Shrinks back and screams.) Jesus! Don’t!
bloom
(Warding off a blow.) To show you how he hit the paper. There’s not a sixpenceworth of damage done. Ten shillings!
florry
(With a glass of water enters.) Where is he?
bella
Do you want me to call the police?
bloom
O, I know. Bulldog on the premises. But he’s a Trinity student. Patrons of your establishment. Gentlemen that pay the rent. (He makes a masonic
