When tea was over, Pansy got up in a restless way.
"I feel I must do something active, or else go mad," she remarked.
The feeling was one he could sympathise with.
"We'll have a game of tennis then, if you promise to go easy."
Pansy remembered the way he had played that afternoon in Grand Canary.
"You'll simply mop the floor with me," she said.
"I'll play you left-handed."
Only too anxious to get away from her own thoughts and the temptation they brought, Pansy turned towards the court.
When the game started he handled his opponent carefully, putting the balls where she could get them without any effort.
At the end of the first set Pansy objected to his methods.