It was with an accented gravity that Armitage nodded his head to some
declaration of the melancholy attache at this moment. He had known when
he left Geneva that he had not done with Jules Chauvenet; but the man's
prompt appearance surprised Armitage. He ran over the names of the
steamers by which Chauvenet might easily have sailed from either a German
or a French port and reached Washington quite as soon as himself.
Chauvenet was in Washington, at any rate, and not only there, but
socially accepted and in the good graces of Shirley Claiborne.
The somber attache was speaking of the Japanese.
"They must be crushed--crushed," said Franzel. The two had been
conversing in French.
"Yes, _he_ must be crushed," returned Armitage absent-mindedly, in
English; then, remembering himself, he repeated the affirmation in
French, changing the pronoun.
Mrs. Sanderson was now free. She was a pretty, vivacious woman, much
younger than her stalwart husband,--a college graduate whom he had found
teaching school near one of his silver mines.
"Welcome once more, constituent! We're proud to see you, I can tell you.
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