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.He sat down on the sofa beside Andrea Quennel, and crossed hislong legs, and said: "This is quite a place you have here.""Like it?" She sounded as if she wanted it to be liked, as if it were a newdress."But I think you'd like Pinehurst much more.I do.It's more sort ofoutdoorsy."She looked as sort of outdoorsy as an orchid.She wore one of thosehouse-coat-dinner-dress effects that would get by any-where between a ballroomand a boudoir and still always have a faint air of belonging somewhere else.It had a high strapped Grecian bodice line that did sensational things for hersensa-tional torso.She had opened the door when he arrived, and it had seemedto him that her classic face and melting recep-tive mouth were like candy in aconfectioner's window, lovely and desirable but without volition.He knew nowthat this was a fault of his own perception, but he was still inching his waythrough the third dimension that had to bring the whole picture into suddenlife and clarity.It felt a little unearthly to be meeting her like that, in this atmosphere ofordinary and pleasant formality, after the way they had last seen each other.He wondered what she was think-ing.But he had been able to read nothing inher face, not even embarrassment; and they hadn't been alone together for amoment.He didn't know whether to be glad of that or not.They watched eachother inscrutably, like a pair of cats at op-posite ends of a wall.There was one other person who had to be there to complete the pattern, and afew minutes later he came in, looking very much freshly scrubbed and brushed,in a plain blue suit that was a little tight around the chest and biceps, sothat he had some of the air of a stevedore dressed up in his Sunday best.Mr.Quennel patted him on the shoulder and said: "Hullo, Walter.You've metMr.Templar, haven't you?""I certainly have." Walter Devan shook hands with a cordial grin."1 didn'tknow who I was picking a fight with at that time, though, or I'd have been abit more careful about butt-ing in.""I'm glad you weren't," Simon said just as cordially, "or you might have donemuch too good a job.""What do you think about the news from Russia?" Quennel asked.So it was to be played like that.And the Saint was quite ready to go alongwith it that way.Perhaps he even preferred it.He had quite a littlebackground to fill in, and in it he knew that there were things which wereimportant to his philosophy, even if anyone else would have found themincidental.He could wait now for the explosive action which was ultimatelythe only way in which the difference of basic potential could be resolved,Page 82 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllike the difference between two thunderclouds.But before that he was glad toexplore and weigh the charge that was going to match itself against his own.He lighted a cigarette, and relaxed, and for the first time since thebeginning of the episode he knew that it had a sig-nificance beyond any simpleviolence that might come out of it.They had another drink.And dinner.It was not a lavish-dinner, but justquietly excellent, served by a butler whose presence didn't keep reminding youof the dignity of having a butler.There was not a dazzling display of silverand crystal on the table.They drank, without discussion or fanfares, anexcellent Fountaingrove Sonoma Cabernet.Everything had the cachet of a man towhom luxury was as natural and essential as a daily bath, without making a DeMille sequence out of it."I think you'll like Pinehurst, if Andrea takes you down there," Quennel said."I just got a couple of new strings of polo ponies from Buenos Aires I haven'teven seen them yet.You might be able to try them out for me.Do you playpolo?""A bit," said the Saint, who had once had a six-goal rating."I can't wait to get down there myself," said Quennel."But Washington neverstops conspiring against me.""I imagine the war has something to do with it, too."Quennel nodded."It has made us pretty important," he said deprecatingly."We were doing quiteall right before, but war-time require-ments are making us expand veryconsiderably.Of course, we're working about ninety-five per cent onGovernment orders now.But after the war we'll really have the advantage of atremendous amount of building and plant expansion, as well as some greatstrides in technical experience.""All of which the Government, meaning the people, will have given you and paidfor," Simon observed sympathetically."Yes." Quennel accepted it quite directly and disarmingly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He sat down on the sofa beside Andrea Quennel, and crossed hislong legs, and said: "This is quite a place you have here.""Like it?" She sounded as if she wanted it to be liked, as if it were a newdress."But I think you'd like Pinehurst much more.I do.It's more sort ofoutdoorsy."She looked as sort of outdoorsy as an orchid.She wore one of thosehouse-coat-dinner-dress effects that would get by any-where between a ballroomand a boudoir and still always have a faint air of belonging somewhere else.It had a high strapped Grecian bodice line that did sensational things for hersensa-tional torso.She had opened the door when he arrived, and it had seemedto him that her classic face and melting recep-tive mouth were like candy in aconfectioner's window, lovely and desirable but without volition.He knew nowthat this was a fault of his own perception, but he was still inching his waythrough the third dimension that had to bring the whole picture into suddenlife and clarity.It felt a little unearthly to be meeting her like that, in this atmosphere ofordinary and pleasant formality, after the way they had last seen each other.He wondered what she was think-ing.But he had been able to read nothing inher face, not even embarrassment; and they hadn't been alone together for amoment.He didn't know whether to be glad of that or not.They watched eachother inscrutably, like a pair of cats at op-posite ends of a wall.There was one other person who had to be there to complete the pattern, and afew minutes later he came in, looking very much freshly scrubbed and brushed,in a plain blue suit that was a little tight around the chest and biceps, sothat he had some of the air of a stevedore dressed up in his Sunday best.Mr.Quennel patted him on the shoulder and said: "Hullo, Walter.You've metMr.Templar, haven't you?""I certainly have." Walter Devan shook hands with a cordial grin."1 didn'tknow who I was picking a fight with at that time, though, or I'd have been abit more careful about butt-ing in.""I'm glad you weren't," Simon said just as cordially, "or you might have donemuch too good a job.""What do you think about the news from Russia?" Quennel asked.So it was to be played like that.And the Saint was quite ready to go alongwith it that way.Perhaps he even preferred it.He had quite a littlebackground to fill in, and in it he knew that there were things which wereimportant to his philosophy, even if anyone else would have found themincidental.He could wait now for the explosive action which was ultimatelythe only way in which the difference of basic potential could be resolved,Page 82 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllike the difference between two thunderclouds.But before that he was glad toexplore and weigh the charge that was going to match itself against his own.He lighted a cigarette, and relaxed, and for the first time since thebeginning of the episode he knew that it had a sig-nificance beyond any simpleviolence that might come out of it.They had another drink.And dinner.It was not a lavish-dinner, but justquietly excellent, served by a butler whose presence didn't keep reminding youof the dignity of having a butler.There was not a dazzling display of silverand crystal on the table.They drank, without discussion or fanfares, anexcellent Fountaingrove Sonoma Cabernet.Everything had the cachet of a man towhom luxury was as natural and essential as a daily bath, without making a DeMille sequence out of it."I think you'll like Pinehurst, if Andrea takes you down there," Quennel said."I just got a couple of new strings of polo ponies from Buenos Aires I haven'teven seen them yet.You might be able to try them out for me.Do you playpolo?""A bit," said the Saint, who had once had a six-goal rating."I can't wait to get down there myself," said Quennel."But Washington neverstops conspiring against me.""I imagine the war has something to do with it, too."Quennel nodded."It has made us pretty important," he said deprecatingly."We were doing quiteall right before, but war-time require-ments are making us expand veryconsiderably.Of course, we're working about ninety-five per cent onGovernment orders now.But after the war we'll really have the advantage of atremendous amount of building and plant expansion, as well as some greatstrides in technical experience.""All of which the Government, meaning the people, will have given you and paidfor," Simon observed sympathetically."Yes." Quennel accepted it quite directly and disarmingly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
