"
"It is possible. Most things seem possible with Armitage."
"It's simply providential that he hasn't become a citizen of your
republic. That would have been the last straw!"
They rose as Armitage called to them from a French window near by.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen! When two diplomats get their heads together
on a summer afternoon, the universe is in danger."
He came toward them hatless, but trailing a stick that had been the prop
of his later convalescence. His blue serge coat, a negligee shirt and
duck trousers had been drawn a few days before from the trunks brought by
Oscar from the bungalow. He was clean-shaven for the first time since his
illness, and the two men looked at him with a new interest. His deepened
temples and lean cheeks and hands told their story; but his step was
regaining its old assurance, and his eyes were clear and bright. He
thrust the little stick under his arm and stood erect, gazing at the near
gardens and then at the hills. The wind tumbled his brown newly-trimmed
hair, and caught the loose ends of his scarf and whipped them free.
"Sit down.
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