There was a commotion in the anteroom, but Mr. Heminway seemed not to hear it. “I was keeping my eyes on the shadow that time,” he said. Cutting laughed sympathetically. “I know it’s pretty hard. You have to remember about seven different things at once. It’s bad for the carpet, though. You ought to have a door-mat. A door-mat is a good thing to practise on. The fiber gives very much the same surface as turf.” Mr. Heminway rang his bell again. “Joseph,” he said, “bring the door-mat here. Tell Mr. Lansing to get a new one for the outer office, and leave this one.” The boy came back with the mat. The lawyer kicked it into position, and began again. “This _is_ better,” he observed. “I’ll keep it here till I learn.” “That’s the only way to do,” said Cutting. “Go in to win. If you practise every day with a proper club, you’ll get the hang of it in a month or two. But you _must_ use a light club.” Mr. Heminway stopped. “A month or two?” he asked. “Why, yes,” said Cutting. “For a large and rather stout man, you are very active. I’ve no doubt, if you give your mind to it, you can show pretty decent form in a couple of months. You ought to practise with your coat off, though; it binds you.” The lawyer’s mouth became grim, but he took off his coat. There was an office rule against shirt-sleeves. [Illustration: The lawyer’s mouth became grim] Here the office boy appeared again, and the great man glared at him. “Mrs. Carrington,” said Joseph. “She says she’s got to see you about important business, and she can’t wait, and she’s going to sail for Europe to-morrow morning.” “Tell Mrs. Carrington,” said Mr. Heminway, “that I shall see her as soon as I am at leisure.” The boy withdrew hastily. The lawyer took his stance by the door-mat again, and began to swing. Cutting now settled himself in a chair, and lighted a cigarette. “That’s better,” he said presently, “much better. You’re getting the trick.” Mr. Heminway stopped for a minute, and straightened up. He was beginning to puff. “I think I begin to see how that’s done,” he said. “It’s simple when you get the knack of it. Cutting, come down and stop next Sunday with me in the country, and we’ll go over the course. I sha’n’t be able to give you much of a game, but there are some fellows down there who can; and I want you to show me how to get over that quarry-hole.” “I should like to very much,” said Cutting. He meant this. The girl who was going to be Mrs. Cutting was stopping at the other Heminways’, who had the place next. “The last time I played that quarry-hole,” the lawyer went on, “I took twenty-seven for it. And it’s all in that swing,” he muttered. He crossed over to the rug, and went to work again. “Criticize me now,” he said. “How’s this?” Cutting leaned back in his chair.