for you to wait till tonight. I saw Miss Forrester just now outside the tennis court. She's alone."     

       James turned crimson.     

       "Then I think perhaps——"     

       "You'd better go to her at once."     

       "I will." James extended his hand. "Peter, old man, I shall never forget this."     

       "That's all right."     

       "What are you going to do?"     

       "Now, do you mean? Oh, I shall potter round the second nine. If you want me, you'll find me somewhere about."     

       "You'll come to the wedding, Peter?" said James, wistfully.     

       "Of course," said Peter. "Good luck."     

       He spoke cheerily, but, when the other had turned to go, he stood looking after him thoughtfully. Then he sighed a heavy sigh.     

       James approached Miss Forrester with a beating heart. She made a charming picture as she stood there in the sunlight, one hand on her hip, the other swaying a tennis racket.     

       "How do you do?" said James.     

       "How are you, Mr. Todd? Have you been playing golf?"     

       "Yes."     

       "With Mr. Willard?"     

       "Yes. We were having a match."     

       "Golf," said Grace Forrester, "seems to make men very rude. Mr. Willard left me without a word in the middle of our conversation."     

       James was astonished.     

       "Were you talking to Peter?"     

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