At last I threw myself into a chair close to him.
"For goodness' sake stop reading that blessed paper," I said; "why I take the wretched thing I don't know, who cares whether Kent beats Lancashire or whether Cambridge makes four hundred against the M.C.C."
"You and I do," Fred answered, and tossed The Sportsman on to the table.
"I have been waiting here for half-an-hour to hear what has happened, but you seem to be in such an infernally bad temper that I should think I had better go. There is a very fair chance of a row if I stay here, for I can't stand much to-day," he went on, when I had picked up the paper to see who had made the runs for Cambridge.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
"Everything."
"Did you have a good ball?"
"Perfectly rotten."
"Did Nina get plenty of partners?"
"Crowds."