I like a man who looks as if he could knock another man down.

Besides, he looks at me as if I was a riddle, and he wanted to find out the answer." In the evening Arnold found that no change had come over the old man.
He was, however, perfectly happy, so that, considering the ruin of his worldly prospects, it was, perhaps, as well that he had parted, for a time, at least, with his wits.

Some worldly misfortunes there are which should always produce this effect.
"You told me," said Lala Roy, "that another Iris had just come from America to claim an inheritance of your cousin." "Yes; it is a very strange coincidence." "Very strange.

Two Englishmen die in America at the same time, each having a daughter named Iris, and each daughter entitled to some kind of inheritance." Lala Roy spoke slowly, and with meaning.
"Oh!" cried Arnold.

"It is more than strange.