"And so there's something to be said for being bored to tears under shelter, Miss Belsize." Miss Belsize did not deny that she was bored.
"But there's plenty of shelter there," said she.
"Packed with draggled dresses and squelching shoes! You might swim for it before they admitted you to that Pavilion, you know."
"But if the ground's under water, how can they play to-day?"
"They can't, Miss Belsize, I don't mind betting."
That was a rash remark.
"Then why doesn't Teddy come back?"
"Oh, well, you know," I hedged, "you can never be quite absolutely sure. It might clear up. They're bound to give it a chance until the afternoon. And the players can't leave till stumps are drawn."
"I should have thought Teddy could have come home to lunch," said Miss Belsize, "even if he had to go back afterwards."
"I shouldn't wonder if he did come," said I, conceiving the bare possibility: "and A.J. with him."