“It was a good game,” she was saying, “if you had not messed up that sixth hole. It’s a brute, isn’t it. I was lucky to escape that marshy bit.”
“You are getting too good for me. Your drives out-classed mine nearly every time.”
“But I can’t approach. I never, never, shall be able to hit a ball just far enough. If I loft on to the green at all it is always the far side, with a roll.”
“You’ll soon master that. A little more practice, and you’ll be in form for matches. I think we’ll have to go away somewhere and have a fortnight’s golfing! Why not to some little French place? You would finish up a first-class player.”
Hal laughed lightly.
“Just imagine Brother Dudley’s face when I told him I was going to France for a fortnight with you!”
“You wouldn’t have to tell him anything about me,” watching her with a sudden keenness in his eyes. “I should have to be personated by Miss Vivian or some one.”
“Oh, I dare say Lorry would come for the matter of that. We might teach her to play too.”
“Well, I hardly meant she should actually be there,” he went on in a meaning voice. “She’d be rather in the way, wouldn’t she? I don’t know that I could do with any one else but you.”
He stepped closer to her, and slipped his arm round her shoulders. “A third person will always be in the way when I am with you, Hal.”