They did
not, however, suffer themselves to watch Armitage, but diplomatically
refilled their glasses.
Through the green walls went Armitage. He had not been out of the Baron's
grounds before since he was carried thence from the bungalow; and it was
pleasant to be free once more, and able to stir without a nurse at his
heels; and he swung along with his head and shoulders erect, walking with
the confident stride of a man who has no doubt whatever of his immediate
aim.
At the pergola he paused to reconnoiter, finding on the bench certain
_vestigia_ that interested him deeply,--a pink parasol, a contrivance of
straw, lace and pink roses that seemed to be a hat, and a June magazine.
He jumped upon the bench where once he had sat, an exile, a refugee, a
person discussed in disagreeable terms by the newspapers, and studied the
landscape. Then he went on up the gradual slope of the meadow, until he
came to the pasture wall. It was under the trees beneath which Oscar had
waited for Zmai that he found her.
"They told me you wouldn't dare venture out for a week," she said,
advancing toward him and giving him her hand.
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