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.