“All right, but you’ll easily beat me.”
“Never mind; you’ll learn fast. Bob, this is my cousin, George Randolph. George, this is my friend, Robert Coverdale.”
George made the slightest possible inclination of the head and did not stir from where he was sitting.
“He doesn’t look very social,” thought Robert, greeting his friend’s visitor politely.
“Here, Bob, select a mallet and ball. Shall I start first?”
“If you please. Won’t your cousin play?”
“I’m very much obliged, I’m sure, for the invitation,” said George, “but I’d rather not.”
“George is afraid of being tanned by exposure to the sun,” explained Herbert. “I hope you are not.”
“I don’t think the sun will make me any browner than I am already,” said Robert, laughing.
“I agree with you,” said George in a sneering tone.