"When are you going to give me another game of golf?" he asked, as they parted.
"I don't like threesomes," she laughed, looking towards Romanoff.
"I share your antipathy," said Romanoff, "but could you not suggest someone who might bear with me while you and Faversham break the record?"
"Please manage it," pleaded Dick.
"There's a telephone at Wendover, isn't there?"
"Of course there is. You'll ring me up and let me know, won't you?"
"Perhaps."
Her smile was bewildering, and as he felt the warm pressure of her hand he was in Arcadia.
"I congratulate you, Faversham," remarked Romanoff, as they neared Wendover Park. "She's a glorious creature, simply glorious. Cleopatra was plain compared with her. My word, what a mistress for your new home. Such eyes, such hair, such a complexion—and what a magnificent figure. Yes, Faversham, you are a lucky man."
"If I get her," sighed Dick.