"Should I want to marry a girl of that sort?" asked Pip gravely.
Elsie softened again at this genuine compliment, but she still felt rather doubtful as to whether this extraordinary young man really and truly believed that she was to be won, and won only, by being beaten in a golf-match. In any case the situation was becoming difficult. She began to dust the sand from her skirt and to make other preparations for departure. Pip regarded her with some concern.
"You're not going yet, are you?" he said.
"Yes. It's getting late."
"Well, will you play me?"
"On those terms?"
"Yes."
"Of course not, Pip. You're not serious."
Pip leaned forward, and put his hand on her arm. She had half risen, but she now found herself sitting down again, rather astonished and rebellious, listening to what he was saying.
"Elsie, what is the date to-morrow?"