“Glad to hear it,” said George, politely.
“An’ me father’s name was Bill Hollback; his father’s name was Bill Hollback; an’ hisn, too, was Bill Hollback. Kinder curious, eh?”
“Very.”
“An’ that ain’t all; me son’s name is Bill Hollback.”
“I hope they are all well and happy,” said George.
“Hey?”
“That is—of course, I mean you and young Bill.”
“Oh, yes; fair to middlin’. This here dog’s name is Sailor.”
“That’s a nice name.”
“Yes—fair to middlin’. That there skiff ye see out there is mine; gived to me by the finest man you ever see—lives over to Ticketwood house.”