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"We are not a modest race ourselves," she said, "but I think you can give us a lead. By the bye, were you playing golf with Senator Hamblin by accident the other afternoon?" "You mean the old Johnny down at Baltusrol?" he asked coolly. "I picked him up wandering about by the professionals' shed." "Did you talk politics with him?" "We gassed a bit about the war," Lutchester admitted cheerfully.
The names of New York people whom they had always known; the names of country clubs Baltusrol and Meadow Brook and Peace Waters; the names of streets, with a sharp differentiation between Seventy-fourth Street and Seventy-fifth Street; Durland's Riding Academy, the Rink of a Monday morning, and other souvenirs of a New York childhood; the score of the last American polo team and the coming dances these things shut Carl out as definitely as though he were a foreigner.
Every now and then his mouth twitched slightly. His eyes seemed to be seeking to reach the back of her brain. "Please go now," she begged. "I can't think clearly while you are here, and I want to make up my mind. I will send to you when I am ready." Pamela sat that afternoon on the balcony of the country club at Baltusrol and approved of her surroundings.
The two men clasped hands cordially, and the clerk discreetly withdrew. "Back with us once more, Fischer," Von Schwerin exclaimed fervently. "You are wonderful. Tell me," he added, looking around, "we are to be alone here?" "Absolutely," Fischer replied. "The young man I share these apartments with James Van Teyl has taken his sister out to Baltusrol. They will not be back until seven o'clock.
Never was faddy about myself, though," he added, with a glance at Mr. Greene's very correct dinner attire. "You ought to remember me, Mr. Greene," one of the two men remarked from the right-hand side of the table. "I've played golf with you at Baltusrol more than once." Mr. Greene glanced surreptitiously at the card and smiled. "Why, it's James P. Busby, of course!" he exclaimed.
Van Teyl observed, making spasmodic movements with his wrists. "When could we have a day down at Baltusrol?" "It will have to be next week, I'm afraid, if you don't mind," Lutchester replied. "I've a good many appointments in New York, and I may have to go to Washington myself. By the bye, I thought our host lived there." "So he does," Van Teyl assented.
"And your golf with Senator Hamblin? It wasn't altogether by accident you met him down at Baltusrol, was it?" "It was not," he confessed, "I had reason to suspect that certain proposals from Berlin were to be put forward to the President either through his or Senator Hastings' mediation.
His business engagements had necessitated considerable personal expenditures, his opportunity to enter the Baltusrol Golf Club, the Yere Tennis Club, the Philadelphia Country Club, and similar organizations had taken annual sums not previously contemplated, and the need of having a modest automobile, not a touring car, was obvious.
Nor could we have learned in the hostile camp the current gossip of Tuxedo, Meadowbrook, Lenox, Morristown, and Ardsley; of the mishap to Mrs. "Jimmie" Whettin, twice unseated at a recent meet; of the woman's championship tournament at Chatsworth; or the good points of the new runner-up at Baltusrol, daily to be seen on the links.
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