"WHAT!!!" he cried, in a loud voice.
"Look here," said I—"what may be the meaning of all that? What's the row now?"
"What name did you say?" he repeated.
"Miss O'Halloran," said I.
"O'Halloran?" said he—"are you sure?"
"Of course, I'm sure. How can I be mistaken?"
"And her father—what sort of man is he?"
"A fine old felloe," said I—"full of fun, well informed, convivial, age about sixty, well preserved, splendid face—"
"Is—is he an Irishman?" asked Jack, with deep emotion.
"Yes."