I have suspected it for some time, but this afternoon it was absolutely obvious.

There is a sort of feeling at the club.

I can't exactly describe it, but I am conscious of it directly I come into the room.

For several days I have scarcely been able to get a rubber.

This afternoon, when I cut in with Harewood and Mildmay and another fellow, two of them made some sort of an excuse and went off.