"I suppose all this land around here belongs to John Castlemaine," remarked Purvis presently.
"I suppose so. I say, Purvis, did you notice what a mixed lot we are at The Homestead?"
"Rather; but I like it. They do things very well there, too. Of course, it was never intended for the likes of us; yet I am sure there are people there who have no need to economise. Some one told me that a neighbouring squire was dining there last night; and did you notice that Turkish chap?"
"Yes; remarkable-looking fellow, isn't he? He makes one think of vampires. Still, I hear he's a good sort. I should like to have a chat with him."
"Well, that should be easy enough. Somebody told me he had gone on the links. We may see him there."
They made their way to the club-house, and prepared to commence their game. A couple of men were on the first tee, waiting to start.
"We shan't have to wait long," said Purvis. "I say, there is that Turkish fellow. I think he's looking for a match."
"Surely he won't be able to play."
"Anyhow, he has his clubs, and he seems to be wanting a game. Let's ask him to join us. It'll only be civil."
"I don't like threesomes."