Walter. Some other time.
Mar. It's always some other time with you, now. I'm forgetting what you look like in flannels. You'll lose all your form if you don't practice a bit.
Walter. I'm afraid I must let it go. (Rises and crosses l.)
Mar. It's pure slacking. Don't be so beastly serious, if you are in Orders. Come and be a muscular Christian on the lawn.
Walter. Something more serious to-day, Marjorie. Mar. Oh, rot! What's the good of having the courts if you don't use 'em?
Mont. They certainly might be used more by you young people.
Walter. They might be used by hundreds of people if——
Mar. Oh, blow, you're getting on your hobby horse again. I'm going to practice putting if you won't give me a game. You are a rotter.
(Exit Marjorie c. to l. Pilling appears c. from l. in his shirt-sleeves.)
Vin. (closes desk and crosses up l.c.). Oh, Pilling, just post this letter at once. Are your hands clean?