“Manage for us to go away, grandfather.  Haven’t you a little house somewhere?”

The beseeching in her tone surprised Mr. Evringham still more.  What did the girl mean?  Didn’t she intend to marry Ballard?  He had believed her to be planning to preside in the Mountain Avenue mansion.

“Yes, it can be arranged, certainly,” he answered vaguely; “but there’s no hurry, Eloise,” he added, in the kindest tone he had ever used toward her.  “Some evening we will go over the affairs, and I will show you where your mother stands financially, and we will try to make some plan that shall be satisfactory.”

Eloise gave him a grateful look, as much in response to his manner as to his words.  “Thank you.  The present condition is certainly—­error,” she said.

“Well, we’ll try to find harmony,” replied the other.  “Jewel would say it was easy.  I should like to have you remain at my house at least as long as she does, Eloise.  I should probably have to tie her hair ribbons again if you went.”

The two found themselves smiling at each other.  The atmosphere was lightened, and the brougham drew up at the clubhouse.

Mr. Evringham handed out the girl, gave Zeke the order to return for them, and they went up the steps.

“I would drive back with him, grandfather, only that mother would wonder, and ask questions,” said Eloise.  “Don’t let me detain you in any way.  I’ll just sit here on the piazza.”

“Not play?  Nonsense!” returned Mr. Evringham brusquely.

“Please don’t feel obliged”—­Eloise began humbly.

“But I can’t help being obliged if you’ll play with me,” interrupted her companion.

Some men observed the confidential attitude of the broker and the beautiful girl.  “What’s doing over there?” asked one.  “Is Evringham beginning to take notice?”

“Why, don’t you know?” returned the other.  “That’s his granddaughter.”

“His daughter, do you mean?  Didn’t know he had one.”

“Not a bit of it.  She’s Lawrence’s stepdaughter.”

The other shook his head.  “That’s too involved for me.  She’s a queen, anyway.”

“Going to marry Ballard, they say.”

“That so?  Then I won’t go up and fall on Evringham’s neck.  My bank book isn’t in Ballard’s class.  She can play, too,” as he observed Eloise make a drive while she waited the reappearance of her companion from the clubhouse.  “Isn’t that a bird!—­and say, there’s young Lochinvar himself!” for here a light automobile whizzed briskly up to the clubhouse.

Dr. Ballard sprang out, for he had recognized the figure at the first teeing ground.

“You gave me the slip!” he cried as he approached.

“Oh, I just went with a handsomer man,” returned Eloise, smiling, as they shook hands.

“I didn’t know I could come until the last minute, then I went to the house for you and found I had missed you.”

Mr. Evringham and the caddy approached.  “I cut you out for once, Ballard,” he said.  “Well, we’re off, Eloise.  I saw you drive.  I doubt if he catches us.”