"That," Hank said, "was back when I was a cloak and dagger man."
She blinked and looked after him as he walked out and climbed aboard
the tourist bus. He found an empty seat next to Char Moore and settled
into it.
Char said evenly, "Ah, today you have time from your amorous pursuits
to join the rest of us."
He raised an eyebrow at her. Jealousy? His chances were evidently
better than he had ever suspected. "I meant to tell you about that,"
he said, "the first time we're by ourselves."
"Hm-m-m," she said. Then, "We've been in Russia for several days now.
What do you think of it?"
Hank said, "I think it's pretty good. And I have a sneaking suspicion
that in another ten years, when a few changes will have evolved,
she'll be better still."
She looked at him blankly. "You _do_? Frankly, I've been somewhat
disappointed."
"Sure. But wait'll you see _our_ country in ten years. You know, Char,
this world of ours has just got started."