"I should like to come." Marie said. "You would like me to, wouldn't you, Chris?"
"My dear child, please yourself, and you will please me."
He tried to make his voice pleasant, but to Marie, who knew him so well, there was an underlying current of angry bitterness.
Was he jealous because of that remark about Feathers, she wondered, and laughed at herself. Chris had never been jealous of anyone or anything in his life.
"I shall come then," she said, and walked out of the room.
But before they had got half-way round the course she was tired out, and had to admit it. There were hardly any trees for shelter, and the sun blazed down relentlessly on the dry grass.
Mrs. Heriot and Chris were playing together and a little ahead, and Marie said to Feathers:
"I'm going to stay here and rest. Please go on, and I will walk back to the clubhouse directly."
They were passing a little group of trees.
"It will be cool in the shade here," she added.