Charlie saw her go and turned instantly to Fisher.
"Come and have a single on the asphalt court!" he said.

"I haven't tried it yet.

I want to." Fisher was reluctant, but yielded to persuasion.
They went off together, Charlie with an affectionate arm round his friend's shoulders.
"I am to congratulate, I suppose ?" he asked, as they crossed the garden to the tennis-court.
Fisher looked at him gravely, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
"You may, if it gives you any pleasure to do so, my boy," he said.
"Ah, that's good!" said Charlie.

"You're a jolly good fellow, old chap.
You'll make her awfully happy." "I shall do my best," Fisher said.
Charlie passed instantly to less serious matters, but the critical look did not pass entirely from Fisher's face.

He seemed to be watching for something, for some card that Charlie did not appear disposed to play.
Throughout the hard set that followed, his vigilance did not relax; but Charlie played with all his customary zest.