CHAPTER IV
Anstice was destined to renew his acquaintance with Iris Wayne sooner than he had anticipated.
On the Sunday afternoon following the little luncheon party at Cherry Orchard, he was tramping, pipe in mouth, over the golf-links when he saw her ahead of him, in company with an elderly gentleman whom he guessed must be her father.
She had just holed her ball by a deft stroke, and as he approached Anstice heard her utter an exultant exclamation.
"Very good, my dear." Her companion patted her arm. "A little more care and you will make quite a fair player."
"Fair player indeed!" Iris tossed her curly head disdainfully. "I'd have you know I can beat you anyway, Daddy!"
As she spoke she recognized the approaching figure and her frank smile flashed out.
"Dr. Anstice—are you playing too?"
"No, Miss Wayne." He advanced and shook hands. "I'm taking my Sunday afternoon tramp. It's the only chance I get of walking in the week."