"Not mentally very agile?" suggested Jimmy. "But you forget one thing—Bill's got a very hefty fist. And I've an idea that a hefty fist is going to come in handy."
"Well, perhaps you're right. How did he take it?"
"Well, he clutched his head a good bit, but—I mean the facts took some driving home. But by repeating the thing patiently in words of one syllable I at last got it into his thick head. And, naturally, he's with us to the death, as you might say."
George reappeared suddenly.
"I must make some introductions, Eileen. This is Sir Stanley Digby—Lady Eileen Brent. Mr. O'Rourke." The Air Minister was a little round man with a cheerful smile. Mr. O'Rourke, a tall young man with laughing blue eyes and a typical Irish face, greeted Bundle with enthusiasm.
"And I thinking it was going to be a dull political party entirely," he murmured in an adroit whisper.
"Hush," said Bundle. "I'm political—very political."
"Sir Oswald and Lady Coote you know," continued George.
"We've never actually met," said Bundle, smiling.
She was mentally applauding her father's descriptive powers.