"It's certainly much cooler here than I expected," put in the
Major.
Mrs. Calladine fell. It was very pleasantly cool outside the
golf-house, and of course Mark would be rather glad to have them
out of the way. So she consented to nine holes; and the match
having ended all-square, and everybody having played much better
than in the morning, they drove back to the Red House, very well
pleased with themselves.
"Halo," said Bill to himself, as they approached the house,
"isn't that old Tony?"
Antony was standing in front of the house, waiting for them.
Bill waved, and he waved back. Then as the car drew up, Bill,
who was in front with the chauffeur, jumped down and greeted him
eagerly.
"Hallo, you madman, have you come to stay, or what?" He had a
sudden idea. "Don't say you're Mark Ablett's long-lost brother
from Australia, though I could quite believe it of you." He
laughed boyishly.
"Hallo, Bill," said Antony quietly. "Will you introduce me? I'm
afraid I've got some bad news."
Bill, rather sobered by this, introduced him.
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