"What a good idea!" said Green. "Do you know I never thought of that?"
"Tell me about the cricket match!" Juliet said, intervening. "Who is playing?"
He gave her a glance of quizzical understanding. "Oh, that's a village affair too—Little Shale versus Fairharbour, most of them fisher-lads, all of them sports. I have the honour to be captain of the Little Shale team."
"You seem to be everything," she said.
"Jack of all trades!" sneered Mrs. Fielding.
Green laughed. "I was just going to say that."
"How original of you!" said Juliet. "Well, I hope you'll win."
"He is the sort of person who always comes out on top whether he wins or loses," said Fielding, striding up the long room at the moment. "You've not seen him play cricket yet, Miss Moore. He's a positive tornado on the cricket-ground. To-morrow's Saturday, isn't it? Where are you playing, Dick?"
His good-humour was evidently fully restored. He slapped a hand on Dick's shoulder with the words. Mrs. Fielding's lips turned downwards at the action.
"We are playing the Fairharbour crowd, sir, on Lord Saltash's ground," said Green. "It's in Burchester Park. You know the place don't you? It's just above the town."