I used to play a very reasonable scratch myself, but I can't give you the strokes." She smiled.
"Doubtless your long absence abroad," she began slowly, "has affected your game." "I was round in eighty-one," he grumbled.
"You must have travelled in many countries," she continued, "where golf was an impossibility." "Naturally," he admitted.

"Let us stay and have lunch and try again." She shook her head with a little sigh of regret.
"You see, the car is waiting," she pointed out.

"We are expected home.

I shan't be a minute putting my clubs away." They sped swiftly along the level road towards St.David's Hall.

Far in the distance they saw it, built upon that strange hill, with the sunlight flashing in its windows.