If, however, he went there to see life, he knew what he was about.
He saw Aspinall there, toughening every day, and working up his screwy service patiently and doggedly, till one or two of the knowing ones found it worth their while to get on the other side of the net and play against him.

Culver was there, big of bone, bragging, blustering as ever, but keeping the colour in his cheeks with healthy sport.

Gosse was there, forgetting to make himself a nuisance for one hour in twenty- four.

The globular Cazenove was there, melting with the heat, but proclaiming that even a big body and short legs can do some good by help of a true eye and a patient spirit.

These and twenty others were there, getting good every one of them, and atoning, every time they scored a point and hit out a rally, for something less healthy or less profitable scored elsewhere.