My cottage was within four miles of his villa, and we were members of the same golf club.
"We must have a game--several games," he said.

He struck me as the sort of man to find a difficulty in getting anyone to play with him.
After that he went away.

As I had said, I did not dislike him--he was pathetic; but his tone of mind, his sudden change of front, unnerved me.
It proved so absolutely that I was "going to go," and I did not want to go--in that sense.

The thing is a little difficult to explain, I wanted to take the job because I wanted to have money--for a little time, for a year or so, but if I once began to go, the temptation would be strong to keep on going, and I was by no means sure that I should be able to resist the temptation.

So many others had failed.