I heard another window smash, followed by a
sound as of somebody getting up violently in a distant part of the
house, and shortly afterwards I must have fallen asleep again.
I had come to spend a few weeks at a boarding establishment in
Deal. He was the only other young man in the house, and I was
naturally thrown a good deal upon his society. He was a pleasant,
genial young fellow, but he would have been better company had he
been a little less enthusiastic as regards tennis.
He played tennis ten hours a day on the average. He got up
romantic parties to play it by moonlight (when half his time was
generally taken up in separating his opponents), and godless
parties to play it on Sundays. On wet days I have seen him
practising services by himself in a mackintosh and goloshes.
He had been spending the winter with his people at Tangiers, and I
asked him how he liked the place.
"Oh, a beast of a hole!" he replied. "There is not a court
anywhere in the town. We tried playing on the roof, but the mater
thought it dangerous."
Switzerland he had been delighted with. He counselled me next time
I went to stay at Zermatt.
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