"You never told me."
"I forgot. We met Mrs. Heriot there."
"Yes; so Feathers said. We're going to fix up a foursome with her."
"Why don't you go, too, Marie?" Miss Chester said. "The drive would do you good. You haven't been out in the car since that day Mr. Dakers took you on the river."
"Yes; why not come along, Marie Celeste?" Chris said.
"I don't think I care about it," Marie answered.
Later on Chris tried again to persuade her.
He had followed her into the dining-room, where she was arranging flowers for the dinner table.
"Why won't you come on Sunday?" he demanded.
"Because I should not find it very amusing. I don't play golf, you know."