“Yes,” I assented, wondering.
“A great merchant?” he inquired.
“The richest in Galway, perhaps in Ireland,” I answered.
“With a daughter, an only child, who will inherit his whole wealth?”
“Yes,” said I, wondering still more.
“Mistress Sabina Lynch?”
“The same,” said I; “but why do you ask these questions?”
“The woman is beautiful, is she not?” he went on, without replying immediately to my query.
“No doubt of that,” I replied.
“Rich and beautiful!” he exclaimed, and then he laughed very merrily.