Casey. Are we not to follow the man that was born to lead us?

----A traitor to his country! replied Dante. A traitor, an adulterer! The priests were right to abandon him. The priests were always the true friends of Ireland.

----Were they, faith? said Mr Casey.

He threw his fist on the table and, frowning angrily, protruded one finger after another.

----Didn't the bishops of Ireland betray us in the time of the union when bishop Lanigan presented an address of loyalty to the Marquess Cornwallis? Didn't the bishops and priests sell the aspirations of their country in 1829 in return for catholic emancipation? Didn't they denounce the fenian movement from the pulpit and in the confessionbox? And didn't they dishonour the ashes of Terence Bellew MacManus?

His face was glowing with anger and Stephen felt the glow rise to his own chekk as the spoken words thrilled him. Mr Dedalus uttered a guffaw of coarse scorn.

----O, by God, he cried, I forgot little old Paul Cullen! Another apple of God's eye!

Dante bent across the table and cried to Mr Casey:

----Right! Right! They were always right! God and morality and religion come first.

Mrs Dedalus, seeing her excitement, said to her:

----Mrs Riordan, don't excite yourself answering them.

----God and religion before everything! Dante cried. God and religion before the world!

Mr Casey raised his clenched fish and brought it down on the table with a crash.

----Very well, then, he shouted hoarsely, if it comes to that, no God for Ireland!

----John! John! cried Mr Dedalus, seizing his guest by the coatsleeve.

Dante stared across the table, her cheeks shaking. Mr