MRS BREEN
You were the lion of the night with your seriocomic recitation and you looked the part. You were always a favourite with the ladies.
BLOOM
(Squire of dames, in dinner jacket, with wateredsilk facings, blue masonic badge in his buttonhole, black bow and mother-of-pearl studs, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his hand.) Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Ireland, home and beauty.
MRS BREEN
The dear dead days beyond recall. Love’s old sweet song.
BLOOM
(Meaningfully dropping his voice.) I confess I’m teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person’s something is a little teapot at present.
MRS BREEN
(Gushingly.) Tremendously teapot! London’s teapot and I’m simply teapot all over me. (She rubs sides with him.) After the parlour mystery games and the crackers from th
