Cranly, embarrassed for a moment, took another fig from his pocket and was about to eat it when Stephen said:
—Don't, please. You cannot discuss this question with your mouth full of chewed fig.
Cranly examined the fig by the light of a lamp under which he halted. Then he smelt it with both nostrils,bit a tiny piece, spat it out and threw the fig rudely into the gutter. Addressing it as it lay, he said: