CIRCE
"Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets stands in the causeway, her roguish eyes wideopen, smiling in all her herbivorous buckteeth.)
MRS BREEN
Mr...
BLOOM
(coughs gravely) Madam, when we last had this pleasure by letter dated the sixteenth instant ....
MRS BREEN
Mr Bloom! You down here in the haunts of sin! I caught you nicely!Scamp!"
(U15.386)
