—There's a tasty bit here we call the pope's nose. If any lady or gentleman...
He held a piece of fowl up on the prong of the carvingfork. Nobody spoke. He put it on his own plate, saying:
—Well, you can't say but you were asked. I think I had better eat it myself because I'm not well in my health lately.
He winked at Stephen and, replacing the dishcover,began to eat again.