He bowed, and a moment later I was alone.
I sat down on the turf and took out a cigarette….
With a plop, a golf ball alighted upon the green, trickled a few feet, and stopped a yard from the hole. Presently, another followed it, rolled across the turf, and struggled into the rough.
I got upon my feet and strolled towards the green….
It was a mixed foursome.
In a cherry-coloured jumper and a white skirt, Eulalie looked prettier than ever.
She saw me at once, of course, but she took no notice.
Her companions glanced at me curiously.
Putter in hand, Eulalie walked to her ball—the far one—and turned her back to me. After a little consideration, she holed out.
It was a match shot, and her companions applauded vigorously.