Pip turned and regarded this discerning young person with increasing interest.
"How did you guess that?"
"Well, it was not very difficult. I should be too, if I were in your place. The papers are quite full of it. 'The Sportsman' says—"
"Do you read 'The Sportsman'?" asked Pip, much softened.
"Yes; and of course I read 'The Field' on Saturdays. Now, tell me what you were twisting your left wrist about for?"
"Great Scott! Was I?" cried Pip, turning pink.
"Yes; and you were skipping about just like you do when you run up to the wicket to bowl."
Pip was too perturbed by this information to notice the compliment implied by Miss Innes's familiarity with his bowling action.
"I must have looked an ass," he said apologetically. "Bad luck on you, too!"
"Oh, I was all right. I walked a yard or two behind. People didn't know I was with you."