"I don't want to compromise you and all that," the young man protested, "but it seems a pity not to enjoy this weather."
"No, please go away," Jasmine begged. "It's all perfectly different to anything I ever imagined. Quite different. I'm sorry I gave you my address this morning."
Jasmine was getting more and more nervous. She had an idea that Cousin Edith would be sent to look for her; if Cousin Edith found her talking to Mr. Vibart by the deserted bandstand she would suppose that the assignation had been made that morning. All sorts of ideas swirled into Jasmine's mind, and she began to hurry towards the winding path up the cliff.
"At any rate you might let me walk back with you as far as the entrance," he suggested.
"No, please, really. You make me nervous. You don't in the least understand my position."
Mr. Vibart looked so sad that Jasmine hesitated.
"Don't you play a game called golf?" she asked.
"Yes, I do play a game called golf," he laughed.
"Well, I believe they're going to teach me, so perhaps we might meet on the golf grounds," said Jasmine. "My cousins went there this morning and didn't come back for lunch, and I think they go every day."
"I see the notion. I must get to know them, what?"