Then Lord Leighton handed the other racquet to the Adept.

To his astonishment he declined it with another bow, saying: "I thank you, my lord, but I do not need it." "What!" exclaimed the other, with a frank stare of astonishment.

"Excuse me, but tennis without a racquet, you know--are you going to play with your hands ?" "To some extent, yes, my lord," replied Phadrig, as he took his place.
"Will you ask Miss van Huysman if she will be kind enough to serve ?" Brenda would.

Phadrig stood on the middle line between the two courts with his hands folded in front of him.

She certainly felt a little nervous, but she knew her skill, and she sent a scorcher of an undercut skimming across the net.