“Game and set!” cried Trix, delighted, though as a matter of fact the ball had fallen a foot beyond the base line, and they both came to the tree for a rest.
“I hope you will be able to play yourself soon,” said Harry Forsyth.
“I could play now,” replied Kavanagh; “my side does not hurt me a bit whatever I do. It is only weakness that stops me, and I feel stronger every morning.”
“Then we shall have a four set without recourse to neighbours when Mary Strachan arrives,” said Beatrice.
“Mary Strachan! Is she coming?” cried Kavanagh.
“Yes; mamma asked her, and she is to arrive early next week.”
“That will be jolly! We only want Tom too.”
“I don’t despair of seeing him before the autumn,” said Harry. “I heard from him yesterday, and he thought he should come home when the Guards did. And if we kiss and make it up with the various folks we are at loggerheads with, I don’t think there will be much more fighting for you military parties to do.”
“Who do you mean?” asked Kavanagh. “I am not a military person. I have got my discharge, sir, and might pass the commander-in-chief himself without saluting. Not that I would though, God bless him.”
“Is it not time that you had your jelly and glass of port wine?” observed Mrs Forsyth.