And Reuben J., Martin Cunningham said, gave the boatman a florin for saving his son’s life. A stifled sigh came from under Mr Power’s hand.
Oh, he did, Martin Cunningham affirmed. Like a hero. A silver florin.
Isn’t it awfully good? Mr Bloom said eagerly.
One and eightpence too much, Mr Dedalus said wryly. Mr Power’s choked laugh burst quietly in the carriage.
- 1.The sale of the properties took place in February 1894. See Richard Ellmann, James Joyce, 2nd edn (London and New York: Oxford University Press, 1982) pp. 37–8.Google Scholar