"Perhaps he has come to play golf," said Toby in a tone of resolute credulity.
"Golf?" asked Mrs. Murchison vaguely. "Oh, that's the game, isn't it, where you dig a sandpit, and then hit the ball into it and swear? So somebody told me. It sounds quite easy."
Toby laughed.
"A very accurate description," he said. "I'm going to play this afternoon. Hear me swear!"
Lady Conybeare rose, as they had finished lunch.
"Come and see me before you go out, Toby," she said.
Lily looked from one to the other, and saw the desire of a private word between them.
"Oh, mother, let me take you to the rose-garden!" she said. "Shall we have coffee there as usual, Lady Conybeare?"
"Yes, dear. Take your mother out."