“Not a bit of it. She's Lawrence's stepdaughter.”
The other shook his head. “That's too involved for me. She's a queen, anyway.”
“Going to marry Ballard, they say.”
“That so? Then I won't go up and fall on Evringham's neck. My bank book isn't in Ballard's class. She can play, too,” as he observed Eloise make a drive while she waited the reappearance of her companion from the clubhouse. “Isn't that a bird!—and say, there's young Lochinvar himself!” for here a light automobile whizzed briskly up to the clubhouse.
Dr. Ballard sprang out, for he had recognized the figure at the first teeing ground.
“You gave me the slip!” he cried as he approached.
“Oh, I just went with a handsomer man,” returned Eloise, smiling, as they shook hands.
“I didn't know I could come until the last minute, then I went to the house for you and found I had missed you.”
Mr. Evringham and the caddy approached. “I cut you out for once, Ballard,” he said. “Well, we're off, Eloise. I saw you drive. I doubt if he catches us.”
Jewel's eyes questioned Eloise that evening when she reached home, and she received the smiling, significant nod her cousin gave her with satisfaction.