What you say about Germans does not greatly concern me." "Of course," Norgate resumed, as he watched the champagne poured into his glass, "one is too much inclined to form one's conclusions about a nation from the types one meets travelling, and you know what the Germans have done for Monte Carlo and the Riviera--even, to a lesser extent, for Paris and Rome.

Wherever they have been, for the last few years, they seem to have left the trail of the _nouveaux riches_.

It is not only their clothes but their manners and bearing which affront." The woman leaned her head for a moment against the tips of her slim and beautifully cared for fingers.

She looked steadfastly across the table at her vis-a-vis.
"Now that you are here," she said softly, "you must forget those things.
You are a diplomatist, and it is for you, is it not, outwardly, at any rate, to see only the good of the country in which your work lies." Norgate flushed very slightly.

His companion's words had savoured almost of a reproof.
"You are quite right," he admitted.