The Leopard's Spots by Fred M. White — Read

Montagu Stagg was not the sort of man to let his thoughts unduly dwell upon anything that he could not see his way clearly out of. He had been lucky all his life, and he had a comfortable assurance that things would come his way now if he only gave them time. So with that calm philosophy of his, he decided to put the burning subject aside until Gilbert put in an appearance at the bungalow. So he partook of an early tea and strolled off in the direction of the Club House with the idea of playing a few holes if he could find an opponent. There was a letter or two waiting for him in the rack just outside the bar, and he saw that one of these had Everard Stokes's initials on the left-hand corner. It was his habit to have certain letters which he did not want Stella to see addressed to him at the Club House, and it was characteristic of the man who never mixed up business and pleasure to leave those letters where they were till he had finished his game.

There was no one in the Club House and no one on the terrace, so that it looked as though Stagg would have his trouble for his pains when the Princess suddenly emerged from the ladles tea-room and came smilingly towards him with a bag of clubs in her hand. Her aspect was smilingly friendly.