"Yes."
"With Mr. Willard?"
"Yes. We were having a match."
"Golf," said Grace Forrester, "seems to make men very rude. Mr. Willard left me without a word in the middle of our conversation."
James was astonished.
"Were you talking to Peter?"
"Yes. Just now. I can't understand what was the matter with him. He just turned on his heel and swung off."
"You oughtn't to turn on your heel when you swing," said James; "only on the ball of the foot."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Nothing, nothing. I wasn't thinking. The fact is, I've something on my mind. So has Peter. You mustn't think too hardly of him. We have been playing an important match, and it must have got on his nerves. You didn't happen by any chance to be watching us?"