"He arrives very opportunely," he said.
"So opportunely as to be suspicious, bedad!" said O'Moy.

He had brightened suddenly, his Irish blood quickening at the immediate prospect of strife which this visit boded.

"May the devil admire me, but there's a warm morning in store for Mr.Forjas, Ned." "Shall I leave you ?" "By no means." The door opened, and the orderly admitted Miguel Forjas, the Portuguese Secretary of State.

He was a slight, dapper gentleman, all in black, from his silk stockings and steel-buckled shoes to his satin stock.
His keen aquiline face was swarthy, and the razor had left his chin and cheeks blue-black.

His sleek hair was iron-grey.