—You're a sly dog.
—Why so? said Stephen.
—You'd think butter wouldn't melt in your mouth,said Heron. But I'm afraid you're a sly dog.
—Might I ask you what you are talking about? said Stephen urbanely.
—Indeed you might, answered Heron. We saw her,Wallis, didn't we? And deucedly pretty she is too.And inquisitive! And what part does Stephen take,Mr Dedalus? And will Stephen not sing, Mr Dedalus?Your governor was staring at her through that eyeglass of his for all he was worth so that I think the old man has found you out too. I wouldn't care a bit, by Jove. She's ripping, isn't she, Wallis?