CHAPTER XXV

"I can conceive of no form of recreation superior to this," George Henry declared, as he sat upon the veranda of the Golf Club one afternoon about three weeks later, with the memory of his last cleanly hit putt still present in his mind. "A most enjoyable pursuit," Stephen assented. "I was lucky to win the match," George Henry confessed modestly. "You played steadily all the time," his brother admitted. "I had a bad hole at the eleventh. What is the technical term, George Henry, for a ball which starts straight and…