It was enough.
Mr.Dangerfield was, perhaps, a little excited.

He talked more volubly than usual, and once or twice there came a little flush over his pallid forehead and temples.

But, on the whole, he was very much the same brisk, sardonic talker and polite gentleman whom Mr.Mervyn had so often discoursed with in Chapelizod.

On this occasion, his narrative ran on uninterruptedly and easily, but full of horrors, like a satanic reverie.
'Upon my honour, Sir,' said Paul Dangerfield, with his head erect, 'I bear Mr.Lowe no ill-will.

He is, you'll excuse me, a thief-catcher by nature.