"One is not in the habit of publishing one's position from the housetops," replied Ricordo.
"Oh no, of course not. Are you staying much longer?"
"Possibly; I do not know. I have come back for some more golf."
"Shall we have our match to-morrow?" asked Sprague. "I have been playing a good game while you have been away."
"I will tell you in the morning," replied the other. "Have you been up to the great house since I left?"
"No. I have seen Miss Castlemaine, though. She was on the golf links to-day."
Ricordo's eyes lit up with satisfaction, although he said nothing; but soon after dinner he left the house, and walked towards Olive Castlemaine's home. He had barely left the village when he saw Olive coming out of a cottage. He half lifted his fez, and bowed.
"May I make a confession, Miss Castlemaine?" he asked.
"Why not, if it is not of a serious nature?" responded Olive. There was a look of pleased expectancy in her eyes as she saw him.
"Then I was on the point of going to your house."