Beyond, on the beautifully kept turf of the court, an exciting set was in progress.

As she approached, Jane could distinguish Garth's slim, agile figure, in white flannels and the violet shirt; and young Ronnie, huge and powerful, trusting to the terrific force of his cuts and drives to counterbalance Garth's keener eye and swifter turn of wrist.
It was a fine game.

Garth had won the first set by six to four, and now the score stood at five to four in Ronnie's favour; but this game was Garth's service, and he was almost certain to win it.

The score would then be "games all." Jane walked along the line of garden chairs to where she saw a vacant one near Myra.

She was greeted with delight, but hurriedly, by the eager watchers of the game.
Suddenly a howl went up.