(She glances round her at the couples. Then her eyes rest on Bloom with hard insistence. Her large fan winnows wind towards her heated faceneck and embonpoint. Her falcon eyes glitter.)
THE FAN: (Flirting quickly, then slowly.) Married, I see.
BLOOM: Yes. Partly, I have mislaid...
THE FAN: (Half opening, then closing.) And the missus is master. Petticoat government.
BLOOM: (Looks down with a sheepish grin.) That is so.
THE FAN: (Folding together, rests against her left eardrop.) Have you forgotten me?
BLOOM: Nes. Yo.
THE FAN: (Folded akimbo against her waist.) Is me her was you dreamed before? Was then she him you us since knew? Am all them and the same now we?
(Bella approaches, gently tapping with the fan.)
BLOOM: (Wincing.) Powerful being. In my eyes read that slumber which women love.