Ricordo laughed pleasantly. "Ah, we halve it, I see," he said.
"It will take you all your time to do that," said Sprague triumphantly.
His words had scarcely escaped his lips when Signor Ricordo's ball came rolling across the green.
"Too lively," thought Purvis; but he was mistaken. It came straight to the hole and dropped in.
They heard some one clapping on the edge of the green; it was Herbert Briarfield, who had been watching.
"We will play it out another day," said Sprague.
Signor Ricordo walked away towards the spot where Herbert Briarfield and Olive Castlemaine stood. His eyes had half closed again, while the old air of cynical melancholy manifested itself in his face.