"That was a fine putt of yours, signore; did you win the match?" said Herbert Briarfield, as he came up.
"No, it was only halved. The game has to be played out yet."
"Signore, let me introduce you to Miss Castlemaine, to whose goodness we owe these links."
Olive looked at him eagerly. She half held out her hand, but the stranger did not offer to take it. He bowed low, placing his right hand on his fez; but he did not lift it.
"I am greatly honoured," he said, in low tones, and Briarfield thought he detected an accent which he had not noticed before.
"You are enjoying your visit here, signore, I hope," said Olive, looking towards him curiously.
"It is becoming more interesting each day," was his reply.
"I am very glad," said Olive. "Perhaps you felt the place rather strange at first, and now, as you find congenial acquaintances, you feel, as we English say, 'more at home.'"
"Yes, I am making acquaintances. This morning, for example, I have enlarged the circle, and I found Mr. Sprague and Mr. Purvis very interesting."
"Whom did you say?" asked Olive quickly.