Motley says of one of his Flemish heroes, that "he would as soon have foregone his daily tennis as his religious exercises,"as if ball-playing were then the necessary pivot of a great man's day.

Judith and Arnold would be playing tennis, oblivious of the heat, and Aunt Victoria would be annihilating the tedious center of the day by sleep.

Miss Thomson played by far the better tennis, and it was really very hard luck on her that she did not succeed.