"We can have a set any time." "No!" said Maitland shortly.

"It's now or never." "Oh, all right," said Stillwell, with an uneasy laugh, going into the Club house for his racquet.
The proposed match had brought a new atmosphere into the Club house, an atmosphere of contest with all the fun left out.
"I don't like this at all," said a man with iron grey hair and deeply tanned face.
"One can't well object, Russell," said a younger man, evidently a friend of Stillwell's.

"Maitland brought it on, and I hope he gets mighty well trimmed.

He is altogether too high and mighty these days." "Oh, I don't agree with you at all," broke in Frances, in a voice coldly proper.

"You heard what Mr.Stillwell said ?" "Well, not exactly." "Ah, I might have guessed you had not," answered the young lady, turning away.
Edwards looked foolishly round upon the circle of men who stood grinning at him.
"Now will you be good ?" said a youngster who had led the laugh at Edwards' expense.
"What the devil are you laughing at, Menzies ?" he asked hotly.
"Why, don't you see the joke ?" enquired Menzies innocently.