—The story, John, said Mr Dedalus smiling. Let us have the story anyhow.
—Catholic indeed! repeated Dante ironically. The blackest protestant in the land would not speak the language I have heard this evening.
Mr Dedalus began to sway his head to and fro,crooning like a country singer.
—I am no protestant, I tell you again, said Mr Casey,flushing.
Mr Dedalus, still crooning and swaying his head,began to sing in a grunting nasal tone: