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divined--"I think he has the very saddest face I have ever seen in my
life."

CHAPTER IV

Anstice was destined to renew his acquaintance with Iris Wayne sooner
than he had anticipated.

On the Sunday afternoon following the little luncheon party at Cherry
Orchard, he was tramping, pipe in mouth, over the golf-links when he saw
her ahead of him, in company with an elderly gentleman whom he guessed
must be her father.

She had just holed her ball by a deft stroke, and as he approached
Anstice heard her utter an exultant exclamation.

"Very good, my dear." Her companion patted her arm. "A little more care
and you will make quite a fair player."

"Fair player indeed!" Iris tossed her curly head disdainfully. "I'd have
you know I can beat _you_ anyway, Daddy!"

As she spoke she recognized the approaching figure and her frank smile
flashed out.

"Dr. Anstice--are you playing too?"

"No, Miss Wayne." He advanced and shook hands. "I'm taking my Sunday
afternoon tramp. It's the only chance I get of walking in the week."

"Daddy, this is Dr. Anstice." Iris turned to the elderly man. "My
father," she explained casually to Anstice, and Sir Richard Wayne held
out his hand with a smile.

"You're not a golfer, Dr. Anstice?" Sir Richard was keen on the game.

"No, sir. I used to be a footballer in my hospital days, but"--for a
second he hesitated--"I have had no time lately for any kind of
game----"

"Well, golf's a grand game for an old buffer like me"--Sir Richard was a
hale and well-set-up man who could afford to make such speeches--"but I
daresay you younger men like something a bit more strenuous. My daughter
here only plays with me now and then as a concession--she prefers
tennis, or flying about on that precious motor-cycle of hers."

"Well, judging from what I have seen of Miss Wayne's riding I should say
she is a very expert motor-cyclist," said Anstice; and Sir Richard
nodded.

"Oh, she rides all right," he owned, "and she bothered me to such an
extent that I simply had to give in to her. But it wasn't until she had
been 'run in' for exceeding the speed limit in one of my cars and I'd
had to sentence her from the Bench in my magisterial capacity that I did
give in and buy her a Douglas."

"He fined me twenty shillings and costs!" Iris spoke with mock
indignation. "How's that for meanness to your only daughter?"

"And paid the fine out of my own pocket--don't forget that!" Sir Richard
chuckled