"The bullet is extracted, and the doctor says 'e'll soon be all right.

Leastways, that's wot Iris tells me.

I can't talk Portuguese meself, an' pore old Jimmie's langwidge ain't fit to be repeated." The President laughed.
"He is what you call a bundle of contradictions, eh ?--a rough fellow with the heart of a bull.

But he saved my life, and that naturally counts for a good deal with me.

And how is your niece after last night's terrible experience ?" "My niece?
D'ye mean Iris ?" demanded Bulmer, obviously somewhat annoyed.
"Yes." "She's not my niece; she's----" "Your grand-daughter, then ?" "No, sir.