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Her hand still clung to Gerty's as if to ward off evil dreams, but the hold of her fingers relaxed, her head sank deeper into its shelter, and Gerty felt that she slept. When lily woke she had the bed to herself, and the winter light was in the room. She sat up, bewildered by the strangeness of her surroundings; then memory returned, and she looked about her with a shiver.
In Gerty Farish's sitting-room, whither a hansom had carried the two friends, Lily dropped into a chair with a faint sound of laughter: it struck her as a humorous coincidence that her aunt's legacy should so nearly represent the amount of her debt to Trenor.
The troop of large girls, whom Gerty had already had some reason to distrust, had been observing her, and one of them called out saying "Who's that man?" "That's my Uncle True," said Gerty. "Your what?" "My Uncle, Mr. Flint, that I live with." "So you belong to him, do you?" said the girl, in an insolent tone of voice. "Ha! ha! ha!" "What are you laughing at?" said Gerty, fiercely. "Ugh!
Rosamond came in from her own little dwelling to her aunt's, at an early hour that day, and when the first surprise and pleasure of finding the child there had passed away, the two women fell to speculating on what kind of revelation it might be which awaited Mrs. Miller. "Depend upon it, aunt," said Susan, "we shall hear the truth about little Gerty now."
"Dear Gerty, how little imagination you good people have! Why, the beginning was in my cradle, I suppose in the way I was brought up, and the things I was taught to care for.
"Hold me, Gerty, hold me, or I shall think of things," she moaned; and Gerty silently slipped an arm under her, pillowing her head in its hollow as a mother makes a nest for a tossing child. In the warm hollow Lily lay still and her breathing grew low and regular.
A boy who was passing, and had seen Gerty run, and who looked upon her as a spirit of evil, laughed aloud, pointed to the corner which concealed her, and walking off with his head over his shoulders, to see what would happen next, said to himself, "She'll catch it!"
They had never been at peace together, they two; and now he felt himself drawn downward into the strange mysterious depths of her tranquillity. But he remembered Gerty's warning words he knew that, though time had ceased in this room, its feet were hastening relentlessly toward the door. Gerty had given him this supreme half-hour, and he must use it as she willed.
You won't get a virgin in the flash houses. Ten shillings. Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. Sixtyseven is a bitch. GERTY: With all my worldly goods I thee and thou. I hate you. BLOOM: I? When? You're dreaming. I never saw you. THE BAWD: Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. Writing the gentleman false letters. Streetwalking and soliciting.
What sweet shall we have today, dear COUPE JACQUES or PECHES A LA MELBA?" She dropped the MENU abruptly, with a quick heightening of colour, and Gerty, following her glance, was aware of the advance, from an inner room, of a party headed by Mrs. Trenor and Carry Fisher.
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