"I wish you would play golf, Mrs. Lawless."
"Who do you suppose would teach me? I don't know the first thing about it."
"I shall be delighted to offer myself for the post, if Chris has no objection."
Her brown eyes shone. "Why should he? He would not care to teach me himself."
200 It seemed as if she saw Feathers now for the first time. He was no longer Chris' friend, the man she had hated for having brought her castle tottering earthwards. He was no longer even the kind friend he had been to her—he was the man who loved her.
Her thoughts seemed to travel so fast ahead, weaving all sorts of impossible day-dreams for the future.
"I'll speak to him about it," Feathers said briefly.
His kind eyes dwelt on her face.
"I thought you said you were tired," he said, suddenly. "I don't think I have ever seen you look better in your life."
She laughed and flushed.