She wondered what would happen if he scored the hundred before his opponent had another chance.

She hoped he would not do so, and yet she did not want to see him beaten.
He did not, but he left off with only three points to make.

Then Warden began to score.

Stroke after stroke he executed with flawless accuracy and with scarcely a pause, moving to and fro about the table without lifting his eyes from the balls.

His play was swift and unswerving, his score mounted rapidly.
Dot watched him spellbound, not breathing.