Beaumont sauntered on to the lawn with his everlasting cigarette between his lips, but threw it away as he was hailed joyously by Reginald and the four players, who paused for a moment in the game.
"How do you do, Miss Larcher?" said Beaumont, lazily raising his hat, "this is a comprehensive greeting, and includes everybody. I've called to see the vicar."
"Papa's out just now," observed Pumpkin, "but he will be back soon. Will you wait, Mr. Beaumont?"
"Thank you--I will," answered Beaumont, sitting down on a garden bench.
"Have a game?" cried Reginald, flinging his racquet into the air and catching it dexterously in his hand.
"Too much like hard work."
"Then have some tea," suggested Pumpkin persuasively.
"Ah, that is better, Miss Larcher," replied Beaumont gaily; "yes, I should like some tea."
"Bring it out here," said Dick, who had thrown himself down on the soft green grass, "it will be jolly having a spread outside."
"How you do misuse the Queen's English," murmured Mr. Priggs as Miss Larcher went inside to order the tea.