"Bad luck," said somebody. "Did it come back?"
"Very quickly. We both did."
"He wasn't breaking much when I was in," said some tactless idiot.
"Then why did you get out?" I retorted.
"L.b.w."
I moved quickly away from him, and sat next to a man who had yet to go in.
"Bad luck," he said. "Second ball, wasn't it? I expect I shall do the same."
I thought for a moment.
"What makes you think you will have a second?" I asked.
"To judge from the easy way in which those two are knocking the bowling about, I sha'n't even have a first," he smiled.