"It's too scarce a commodity." "It is when you're happy," said Piers.
Crowther looked at him with a question in his eyes that he did not put into words, and in answer to which Piers laughed a reckless laugh.
They were walking side by side up the hotel-garden, and each successive group of visitors that they passed turned to stare.

For both men were in a fashion remarkable.

The massive strength of the elder with his square, dogged face and purposeful stride; the lithe, muscular power of the younger with his superb carriage and haughty nobility of feature, formed a contrast as complete as it was arresting.
They ascended the steps that led up to the terrace, and here Piers paused.

"You sit down here while I go and order drinks! Here's a comfortable seat, and here's an English paper!" He thrust it into Crowther's hand and departed with a careless whistle on his lips.

But Crowther did not look at the paper.