Cranly cut him short by asking:

----Has your mother had a happy life?

----How do I know? Stephen said.

----How many children had she?

----Nine or ten, Stephen answered. Some died.

----Was your fatherCranly interrupted himself for an instant, and then said: I don't want to pry into your family affairs. But was your father what is called well-to-do? I mean, when you were growing up?

----Yes, Stephen said.

----What was he? Cranly asked after a pause.

Stephen began to enumerate glibly his father's attributes.

----A medical student, an oarsman, a tenor, an amateur actor, a shouting politician, a small landlord, a small investor, a drinker, a good fellow, a story-teller, somebody's secretary, something in a distillery, a tax-gatherer, a bankrupt and at present a praiser of his own past.

Cranly laughed, tightening his grip on Stephen's arm, and said:

----The distillery is damn good.

----Is there anything else you want to know? Stephen asked.

----Are you in good circumstances at present?

----Do, look it? Stephen asked bluntly.

----So then, Cranly went on musingly, you were born in the lap of luxury.

He used the phrase broadly and loudly as he often used technical expressions, as if he wished his hearer to understand that they were used by him without conviction.

----Your mother must have gone through a good deal of suffering, he said then. Would you not try to save her from suffering more even if...or would you?

----If I could, Stephen said, that would cost me very little.