"And Dorothy Webber—is she still up there?" Miss Chester asked presently.
Marie held her breath; it was the question she had longed and dreaded to ask.
"She was there when I left," Feathers said reluctantly. "She is a very fine golfer."
Marie broke in in a high-pitched voice:
"I asked her to come and stay with me, you know, but she had 140 already accepted this invitation to Scotland. Wasn't it queer the way Chris met her?"
"Very queer."
"I was at school with her; she was my best friend."
"Yes, so she told me, but I knew already—from you."
Marie's too-bright eyes met his.
"And do you like her?" she asked. "I said I thought you would, if you remember, and you were not sure."