Mrs. Calladine,
who knew this little weakness of their host's, resisted,
therefore, the suggestion of Bill that they should have a second
round in the afternoon, and drive home comfortably after tea.
The other golfers were willing enough, but Mrs. Calladine,
without actually saying that Mr. Ablett wouldn't like it, was
firm on the point that, having arranged to be back by four, they
should be back by four.
"I really don't think Mark wants us, you know," said the Major.
Having played badly in the morning, he wanted to prove to himself
in the afternoon that he was really better than that. "With this
brother of his coming, he'll be only too glad to have us out of
the way."
"Of course he will, Major." This from Bill. "You'd like to
play, wouldn't you, Miss Norris?"
Miss Norris looked doubtfully at the hostess.
"Of course, if you want to get back, dear, we mustn't keep you
here. Besides, it's so dull for you, not playing."
"Just nine holes, mother," pleaded Betty.
"The car could take you back, and you could tell them that we
were having another round, and then it could come back for us,"
said Bill brilliantly.
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