Bella:  (Looks at the money, then at Stephen, then at Zoe, Florry and
Kitty) Do you want three girls?  It’s ten shillings here.

Stephen:  (Delightedly) A hundred thousand apologies. (He fumbles again and takes out and hands her two crowns) Permit, BREVI MANU, my sight is somewhat troubled.

(Bella goes to the table to count the money while Stephen talks to
himself in monosyllables.  Zoe bends over the table.  Kitty leans over
Zoe’s neck.  Lynch gets up, rights his cap and, clasping KITTY’S waist,
adds his head to the group.)

Florry:  (Strives heavily to rise) Ow!  My foot’s asleep. (She limps over
to the table.  Bloom approaches.)

Bella, Zoe, Kitty, Lynch, bloom:  (Chattering and squabbling) The gentleman ... ten shillings ... paying for the three ... allow me a moment ... this gentleman pays separate ... who’s touching it? ... ow! ... mind who you’re pinching ... are you staying the night or a short time?... who did?... you’re a liar, excuse me ... the gentleman paid down like a gentleman ... drink ... it’s long after eleven.

Stephen:  (At the pianola, making A gesture of abhorrence) No bottles! 
What, eleven?  A riddle!

Zoe:  (Lifting up her PETTIGOWN and folding A half sovereign into the top
of her stocking) Hard earned on the flat of my back.

Lynch:  (Lifting Kitty from the table) Come!

Kitty:  Wait. (She clutches the two crowns)

Florry:  And me?

Lynch:  Hoopla! (He lifts her, carries her and bumps her down on the
sofa.)

Stephen: 

    The fox crew, the cocks flew,
    The bells in heaven
    Were striking eleven. 
    ’Tis time for her poor soul
    To get out of heaven.

Bloom:  (Quietly lays A half sovereign on the table between Bella and Florry) So.  Allow me. (He takes up the POUNDNOTE) Three times ten.  We’re square.