"Don't I tell you that you know nothing whatever about her?
She is the dearest, sweetest----" etc., etc.

And he continued to trumpet forth the Olympian qualities of the Syren and his own fervent adoration.

I was the only being to whom he had opened his heart, and, the floodgates being set free, the torrent burst forth in this tempestuous and incoherent manner.

I let him go on, for I thought it did him good; but his rhapsody added very little to my information.
The lady who had "houp-la'd" her way from Dublin to Yokohama was the spotless queen of beauty, and Dale was frenziedly, idiotically in love with her.

That was all I could gather.