Then he put them back to his eyes.
“That’s always the way,” he said. “Would you like me to take it on?”
Patricia bit her lip.
“Well, I can’t, Simon.”
The field appeared.
Grey Ruby was on the stand side and showing up well.
“No, that’s plain. Besides, it’s a man’s job. I’ll stick to the letter, shall I?”
“Yes, if you will. But, Simon, what can you do?”
Grey Ruby was coming up. Yes, there was no doubt about it. Half the field was beaten, but the grey was coming up.
“Pat,” said Simon, “I don’t know what I shall do. My impulse is to break the gentleman’s back. But I’m inclined to think that he means what he says, and so that wouldn’t help you.”