“There’s nothing like being in form with one’s drive for bucking one up!” he acknowledged.
And he broke out into an almost boyish paean in praise of golf.
“But I always thought you preferred lawn tennis!” said Braybrooke.
“Oh, I don’t know! Yes, I’m as keen as ever on tennis, but anyone can play golf. Mrs. Sandhurst was out to-day playing a splendid game, and she’s well over sixty. That’s the best of golf. People can play, and play decently, too, up to almost any age.”
“Well, but my dear boy you’re not in the sixties yet!”
“No. But I wasn’t thinking about myself.”
Braybrooke looked at him rather narrowly, and wondered of whom he had been thinking. But he said nothing more, for at this moment Miss Van Tuyn appeared in the doorway at the end of the court. Braybrooke went to meet her, but Craven stayed were he was.
“Is Adela Sellingworth coming?” she asked instantly, as Braybrooke took her hand.
“She promised to come. I’m expecting her.”
He made a movement, but she stood still, though they where close to the doorway.