Robert looked at him quickly, struck by his tone, and decided that he had no particular desire to become any better acquainted.
The game of croquet proceeded and Herbert was an easy victor.
“I told you I should be beaten, Herbert,” said Robert.
“Of course; I am much more used to the game than you. I will give you odds of half the game. You shall start from the other stake on the return course and I will try to overtake you.”
He came near succeeding, but Robert beat him by two wickets.
After three games Herbert proposed ball, and Robert, who felt more at home in this game, agreed to it.
“You’d better join us, George,” said his cousin.
“No, I thank you. I have no inclination, I assure you.”
“I don’t see what fun there can be in sitting on the piazza.”
“You forget that I have an opportunity of witnessing your friend’s superior playing.”