As she and Chris were leaving the hotel they encountered Feathers.
Feathers stopped dead in front of his friend, blocking the way.
"Where are you going?" he asked uncompromisingly.
"Where are we going?" Chris echoed with sarcasm. "Where do you think we are going? Hunting?"
Mrs. Heriot laughed immoderately. She did not like Feathers, and she knew that he did not like her or approve of her friendship with Chris, and it pleased her to read the annoyance in his ugly face.
"We're going golfing, Mr. Dakers," she said. "Don't you recognize the clubs? I thought you were a golfer."
"He hates me, you know," she explained to Chris as they went on down the road.
"He doesn't like any women," Chris said easily.
"You really think so?" she asked, raising her brows.
"I am sure of it." He seemed struck by her silence, and turned his head sharply. "What do you mean?"