Danger and conflict were as meat and drink to him.
"Effendi, God hath given thee a wasp's sting to thy tongue.

It is well.
Nahoum Pasha hath Mizraim: the Saadat hath thee and me." "There's the Effendina," said Lacey reflectively.

"Thou saidst thou would 'square' him, effendi." "I say a lot," answered Lacey rather ruefully.

"Come, Mahommed, the Saadat first, and the sooner the better.".