I want to ask him how many days there are left before our time is up on the island.

Demmed annoying, that I can't have legal advice when I--" "How many days have you been here ?" "How the devil should I know?
That's what we've got Saunders here for.
He's supposed to tell us when to go home, and all that sort of thing, you know." "It isn't going to be so bad, now that the Princess has come to cheer us up a bit," put in Bobby Browne.

"Life has a new aspect." "I say, Browne," burst out Deppingham, irrelevantly, his eyeglass clenched in the tight grasp of a perplexed frown, "would you mind telling me that story about the bishop and the door bell again ?" Britt laughed hoarsely, his chubby figure shivering with emotion.
"You've heard that story ten times, to my certain knowledge, Deppingham." His lordship glared at him.

"See here, Britt, you'll oblige me by--" "Very well," interrupted Britt readily.

"I forget once in a while." "The trouble with you Americans is this," growled Deppingham, turning to Browne and speaking as if Britt was not in existence: "you have no dividing line.