Her eyes are full of promise.
He turns with her.
"Sir Maurice! Sir Maurice!" cries Tita; "remember our match at golf to-morrow!" Sir Maurice looks back.

"Mr.Gower and I, against you and Mrs.Bethune.You _do_ remember ?" "Yes, and we shall win," says Mrs.Bethune, with a cold smile.
"Oh no! don't think it.

We shall beat you into a cocked hat!" cries Tita gaily.
"Good heavens! how vulgar she is!" says Mrs.Bethune..