CHAPTER VII.
Naida, deserted by her father, who had found a taxicab to take him back to the purlieus of Piccadilly and auction bridge, sauntered along at the back of the tennis nets until she arrived at the court where Nigel and his party were playing.
"I should like to watch this game for a few minutes," she told her companion.

"The men are such opposite types and yet both so good-looking.

And Lady Maggie fascinates me." Immelan fetched two chairs, and they settled down to watch the set.
Nigel, with his clean, well-knit figure, looked his best in spotless white flannels.

Chalmers, a more powerful and muscular type, also presented a fine appearance.

The play was fast and sometimes brilliant.
Nigel had Maggie for a partner, and Chalmers one of her friends, and the set was as nearly equal as possible.