BELLA
(Looks at the money, then at Zoe, Florrie and Kitty.) Do you want three girls? It’s ten shillings here.
STEPHEN
(Delightedly.) A hundred thousand apologies. (He fumbles again and takes out and hands her two crowns.) Permit, brevi manu, my sight is somewhat troubled.
(Bella goes to the table to count the money while Stephen talks to himself in monosyllables. Zoe bounds over to the table. Kitty leans over Zoe’s neck. Lynch gets up, rights his cap and, clasping Kitty’s waist, adds his head to the group.)
FLORRY
(Strives heavily to rise.) Ow! My foot’s asleep. (She limps over to the table. Bloom approaches.)
BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM
(Chattering and squabbling.) The gentleman . . . ten shillings . . . paying for the three . . . allow me a moment . . . this gentleman pays se
