He also tapped the portfolio and coughed gently and smiled. Above the flame the smoke of praise Goes up from ocean rim to rim Tell no more of enchanted days. Is it what you told me the night we were standing outside Harcourt Street station? --Yes, Stephen said, smiling in spite of himself at Cranly's way of remembering thoughts in connexion with places. We must awake to the fact that this patronage from large numbers of law-abiding citizens is supplying the rewards and stimulating crime.