—Are you in bad humour?
—No.
—Credo ut vos sanguinarius mendax estis, said
Cranly, quia facies vostra monstrat ut vos in damno
malo humore estis.
Moynihan, on his way to the table, said in Stephen's ear:
—MacCann is in tiptop form. ready to shed the last drop. Brand new world. No stimulants and votes for the bitches.
Stephen smiled at the manner of this confidence and, when Moynihan had passed, turned again to meet Cranly's eyes.
—Perhaps you can tell me, he said, why he pours his soul so freely into my ear. Can you?