They had set out early in the morning from Newcombe's coffee-house, where Mr Dedalus's cup had rattled noisily against its saucer, and Stephen had tried to cover that shameful sign of his father's drinking bout of the night before by moving his chair and coughing.
Goizean goiz irten ziren Newcombe kafetegitik, non Dedalus jaunak dardarizoz eusten baitzion katiluari plateraren gainean eta Stephenek ahaleginak egin zituen, aulkia mugitu eta eztul egin, aurreko gaueko aitaren mozkorraldiaren seinale lotsagarriak ezkutatzeko.