"Afraid not," said Elsie. "I rather think I promised to play one of the men in the hotel."
This was not strictly true, but Elsie was in a curious frame of mind that evening. There was no reason why she should not have played Pip his match, nor was she particularly averse to doing so. But some flash of feminine intuition, infallible as ever, was unconsciously keeping her in the defensive attitude natural to women in such cases.
"Is it Anstruther?" inquired Pip.
"Yes," said Elsie rashly.
"In that case your match is off, for he has had a wire, and must go to-morrow morning."
"It's not Mr. Anstruther," said Elsie. "I had forgotten he was going away." (This was strictly true.)
"Is it Gaythorne?" asked Pip.
Elsie regarded him covertly, through conveniently long lashes. She suspected another trap.
"No," she said at last.
"That's queer," remarked Pip meditatively. "He was saying only last night that he expected to play you to-morrow morning."