She used to tell him that he would have made a first-rate old bookworm if only he hadn't had a family of six to support, and six children, she added, charmingly confident of universal sympathy, didn't leave one much time for being a bookworm.
Still talking about her father, of whom she was very proud, she rose, for Arthur upon looking at his watch found that it was time they went back again to the tennis court.

The others did not move.
"They're very happy!" said Mrs.Thornbury, looking benignantly after them.

Rachel agreed; they seemed to be so certain of themselves; they seemed to know exactly what they wanted.
"D'you think they _are_ happy ?" Evelyn murmured to Terence in an undertone, and she hoped that he would say that he did not think them happy; but, instead, he said that they must go too--go home, for they were always being late for meals, and Mrs.Ambrose, who was very stern and particular, didn't like that.

Evelyn laid hold of Rachel's skirt and protested.

Why should they go?
It was still early, and she had so many things to say to them.