"From Maryland? So am I; I was raised down in Prince George
County. Glad to know you. Are you any connection of the Breens of
Ann Arundle?"
"Yes, sir--all my people came from Ann Arundle. My father was
Judge Breen," answered Jack with embarrassment. He had not yet
become accustomed to the novelty of the scene around him.
"Now I know just where you belong. My father and yours were
friends. I have often heard him speak of Judge Breen. And did you
not meet my daughter at Miss Grayson's the other day? She told me
she had met a Mr. Breen from our part of the country."
Jack's eyes danced. Was this what Peter had invited him to the
club for? Now it was all clear. And then again he had not said a
word about his being in the Street, or connected with it in any
way. Was there ever such a good Peter?
"Oh, yes, sir!--and I hope she is very well."
The engineer said she was extremely well, never better in her
life, and that he was delighted to meet a son of his old friend--
then, turning to the others, immediately forgot Jack's existence,
and for the time being his daughter, in the discussion still going
on around him.
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