"Well, you must begin. Get Mr. Dakers to teach you." She turned as her sister entered. "Lena, I've just run into two friends. Isn't it queer? May I introduce my sister, Mrs. Rendle—Mrs. Lawless, and Mr. Dakers."
Mrs. Rendle looked Marie up and down critically and nodded. She was very like her sister, only older and less smart.
"You've just finished lunch, I see," Mrs. Heriot said. "What a 151 pity! We might have all had it together."
"We're not staying—we're going on," Feathers said hurriedly. "I'm taking Mrs. Lawless down to see some friends at Wendover."
"Really! How perfectly delightful!" She drew Feathers a little away from her sister and Marie. "Has she been ill again?" she asked, with assumed concern. "I never saw anyone age as she has."
"Really!" Feathers looked at her stonily. "Mrs. Lawless looks just the same to me." He had always hated Mrs. Heriot and he hated her now more than ever. He made some pretext and went out to the car.
"Be sure to tell Chris that we are here," Mrs. Heriot said to Marie. "It's a nine hole course, but quite good! Send him down for a week-end."
"I won't forget," Marie promised.
She was thankful when Feathers came to say it was time to start. She gave a little sigh of relief as they drove away.
Feathers glanced down at her sympathetically.