Naida leaned forward in her chair, following every stroke with interest.
"I find this most fascinating," she murmured.

"I hope that Lord Dorminster and his cousin will win.

Your sympathies, of course, are on the other side." "You are right," Immelan assented.

"My sympathies are on the other side." There was a lull in the game for a moment or two.

The sun was troublesome, and the players were changing courts.