Maurice grinned at his father and then at his brother.Mr Dedalus screwed his glass into his eye and stared hard at both his sons. Stephen mumbled his bread without answering his father's gaze.
—By the bye, said Mr Dedalus at length, the rector,or provincial rather, was telling me that story about you and Father Dolan. You're an impudent thief, he said.
—O, he didn't, Simon!
—Not he! said Mr Dedalus. But he gave me a great account of the whole affair. We were chatting, you know, and one word borrowed another. And, by the way, who do you think he told me will get that job in the corporation? But I'll tell you that after. Well, as I was saying, we were chatting away quite friendly and he asked me did our friend here wear glasses still, and then he told me the whole story.
