They are splendidly matched.

Dal is lightning, and Ronnie thunder." The players crossed over, Garth rather white beneath his tan.

He was beyond words vexed with himself for failing in his service, at that critical juncture.

Not that he minded losing the set; but it seemed to him it must be patent to the whole crowd, that it was the sight, out of the tail of his eye, of a tall grey figure moving quietly along the line of chairs, which for a moment or two set earth and sky whirling, and made a confused blur of net and lines.

As a matter of fact, only one of the onlookers connected Garth's loss of the game with Jane's arrival, and she was the lovely girl, seated exactly opposite the net, with whom he exchanged a smile and a word as he crossed to the other side of the court.
The last set proved the most exciting of the three.