"If only I hadn't given you the sixteenth this morning——"
"No, it was my fault. If I miss two-foot putts, you can't be expected——"
And thus during the whole journey superb concentration on an end to be won, superb oblivion to work and wealth and weariness.
Martin found Freda yawning in the porch.
"I thought you were staying upstairs all day," he began.
"Who said so?"
"The maid, I think."
"Well, I never said anything about it. You don't seem very glad to see me."
"Of course I am. Only I meant that I would have come back earlier if I had known."
"I wouldn't keep you from your golf."