He did not tell her that between his spasmodic visits to her Chris was thoroughly enjoying himself.
He played bridge with Mrs. Heriot and her little crowd when there was nothing better to do. He played billiards with anybody who would take him on, and that afternoon he had been out golfing.
"What did he do this afternoon?" Marie asked wistfully.
50 "This afternoon! Oh, let me see! Well, I believe he played golf— yes, he did!"
"I'm glad—I'm so glad he doesn't stay indoors all day," said Marie.
Feathers frowned
"Don't you worry about him. I'll look after him," he promised. "You make haste and get well and go and play golf with him."
"I can't play golf!"
"Well, then, you must learn—I'll teach you! Can you play bridge?"
"No, I have tried, but Chris says I'm no good at cards."