"Supposing she threatens Servia in some outrageous way and Russia says she won't stand it?
What then ?" Michael looked across to Sylvia; he was much more interested in the way she dabbled the tips of her hands in the cool water of her finger bowl than in what Hermann was saying.

Her fingers had an extraordinary life of their own; just now they were like a group of maidens by a fountain.
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But Hermann repeated the question to him personally.
"Oh, I suppose there will be a lot of telegraphing," he said, "and perhaps a board of arbitration.