"there was that lodge meeting on about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the supper room or oakroom of the Mansion house." (U8.184)
The Mansion House (on Dawson street) is the official residence of the Lord Mayor of Dublin. It was built in 1710 by Joshua Dawson (merchant, builder, and developer of Dawson and Nassau streets) for himself. In 1715, the Dublin City Corporation, looking for an official residence for the lord mayor, purchased it for £3,500 plus a yearly rent, each Christmas, of 40s and 6 lbs of refined sugar. In return, Dawson agreed to add on a room for civic receptions - the famous Oak Room.
"He and I behind. Sheet of her music blew out of my hand against the high school railings. Lucky it didn't. Thing like that spoils the effect of a night for her." (U8.187)
"Professor Goodwin linking her in front. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. His farewell concerts. Positively last appearance on any stage. May be for months and may be for never. Remember her laughing at the wind, her blizzard collar up. Corner of Harcourt road" (U8.188)
"remember that gust? Brrfoo! Blew up all her skirts and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. She did get flushed in the wind." (U8.192)
"Remember when we got home raking up the fire and frying up those pieces of lap of mutton for her supper with the Chutney sauce she liked. And the mulled rum. Could see her in the bedroom from the hearth unclamping the busk of her stays. White." (U8.194)
"Swish and soft flop her stays made on the bed. Always warm from her. Always liked to let herself out. Sitting there after till near two, taking out her hairpins. Milly tucked up in beddyhouse. Happy. Happy. That was the night..." (U8.198)
"- O, Mr Bloom, how do you do?
- O, how do you do, Mrs Breen?
- No use complaining. How is Molly those times? Haven't seen her for ages.
- In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily," (U8.202)
"Milly has a position down in Mullingar, you know.
- Go away! Isn't that grand for her?
- Yes, in a photographer's there. Getting on like a house on fire. How are all your charges?" (U8.206)
"- All on the baker's list, Mrs Breen said.
How many has she? No other in sight." (U8.211)
"- You're in black, I see. You have no...?
- No, Mr Bloom said. I have just come from a funeral.
Going to crop up all day, I foresee. Who's dead, when and what did he die of? Turn up like a bad penny.
- O dear me, Mrs Breen said. I hope it wasn't any near relation.
May as well get her sympathy.
- Dignam, Mr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly, poor fellow. Heart trouble, I believe. Funeral was this morning." (U8.213)
"Your funeral's tomorrow
While you're coming through the rye.
"- Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily.
Now that's quite enough about that. Just quietly: husband.
- And your lord and master?
Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Hasn't lost them anyhow." (U8.225)
"- O, don't be talking! she said. He's a caution to rattlesnakes. He's in there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He has me heartscalded. Wait till I show you." (U8.229)
"Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison's. The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr Bloom's gullet. Want to make good pastry, butter, best flour, Demerara sugar, or they'd taste it with the hot tea. Or is it from her? A barefoot arab stood over the grating, breathing in the fumes. Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way. Pleasure or pain is it? Penny dinner. Knife and fork chained to the table." (U8.232)
"Opening her handbag, chipped leather. Hatpin: ought to have a guard on those things." (U8.239)
"Stick it in a chap's eye in the tram. Rummaging." (U8.240)