At a turn of the road he caught sight of a woman's figure strolling across a green slope above him. Strong and erect in her trim golfing skirt, she came down in his direction swinging a club in her hand. Why, sure enough, he was actually on the edge of the Greystock course! The woman was alone, without companions or caddies--going around for a trial spin, or perhaps simply taking a stroll, as he was, drinking in the intoxicating air... "Hul_lo_!" she called, and he found himself advancing toward Gladys Toy. Was this active erect woman in her nut-brown sweater and plaited skirt the same as the bejewelled and redundant beauty of so many wearisome dinners? Something of his old interest--the short-lived fancy of a week or two--revived in him as she swung along, treading firmly but lightly on her broad easy shoes. "Hul_lo_!" he responded. "Didn't know you were here." "I wasn't. I only came last night. Isn't it glorious?" Even her slow-dripping voice moved faster and had a livelier ring. Decidedly, he admired a well-made woman, a woman with curves and volume--all the more after the stripped skeletons he had dined among the night before. Mrs. Toy had height enough to carry off her pounds, and didn't look ashamed of them, either. "Glorious? Yes, you _are_!" he said. "Oh, _me_?" "What else did you mean, then?" "Don't be silly! How did you get here?" "On my feet." "Gracious! From Cedarledge? You must be dead." "Don't you believe it. I walked over to lunch with you." "You've just said you didn't know I was here." "You mustn't believe everything I say." "All right. Then I won't believe you walked over to lunch with me." "Will you believe me when I tell you you're awfully beautiful?" "Yes!" she challenged him. "And that I want to kiss you?" She smiled with the eyes of a tired swimmer, and he saw that her slender stock of repartee was exhausted. "Herman'll be here tonight," she said. "Then let's make the most of today." "But I've asked some people to lunch at the club." "Then you'll chuck them, and come off and lunch with me somewhere else." "Oh, will I--shall I?" She laughed, and he saw her breast rise on her shortened breath. He caught her to him and planted a kiss in the middle of her laughter. "Now will you?" She was a rich armful, and he remembered how splendid he had thought plump rosy women in his youth, before money and fashion imposed their artificial standards.