"By-the-bye, which side of Norfolk are you?
You are nowhere near Brancaster, I suppose ?" "We are within four miles of it," the girl replied quickly.

"You don't ever come there, do you ?" Granet looked at her with uplifted eyebrows.
"This is really rather a coincidence!" he exclaimed.

"I've never been to Brancaster in my life but I've promised one or two fellows to go down to the Dormy House there, to-morrow or the next day, and have a week's golf.

Geoff Anselman is going, for one." The girl was for a moment almost good-looking.

Her eyes glowed, her tone was eloquently appealing.
"You'll come by and see us, won't you ?" she begged.
"If I may, I'd be delighted," Granet promised heartily.