"- What is it now? he cried continually without listening.
- Cochrane and Halliday are on the same side, sir, Stephen said.
- Will you wait in my study for a moment, Mr Deasy said, till I restore order here.
And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man's voice cried sternly:
- What is the matter? What is it now?
Their sharp voices cried about him on all sides: their many forms closed round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed head." (U2.189)