"Why, there are two ladies at O'Halloran's."
"Two?"
"Yes, and they weren't introduced, and, as they're both young, I thought they were both his daughters."
"Two women! and young? By Jove!" cried Jack—"and who's the other?"
"His wife!"
"His wife? and young?" The idea seemed to overwhelm Jack.
"Yes," said I, "his wife, and young, and beautiful as an angel."
"Young, and beautiful as an angel!" repeated Jack. "Good Lord,
Macrorie!"
"Well, you know, I thought his wife was Miss O'Halloran, and the other
Miss Marion."
"What's that? his wife? You thought she was Miss O'Halloran?"