Mrs.Handsell deplored a headache, which had put her off her putting.

Lindsay, who was in a bad temper, declined an invitation to lunch, and rode off on his bicycle.

The rest of the little party gathered round the motor car, and Borrowdean asked preposterous questions about the gears and the speeds.
"If you are really interested," Mrs.Handsell said, languidly, "I will take you home.

I have only room for one, unfortunately, with all these clubs and things." "I should be delighted," Borrowdean answered, "but perhaps Miss Mannering--" "Clara will look after me," Mannering interrupted, smiling.

"Try to make an enthusiast of him, Mrs.Handsell.He needs a hobby badly." They started off.