"Hallo, we're in," I said. "Come and sit on the roller with me, and I'll tell you all about Jayes." "Can't for a moment. Do go and make yourself pleasant to Dahlia Blair. She's just come." "Do you think she'd be interested in Jayes? I mean the Leicestershire cricketer, not the disinfectant. Oh, all right, then, I won't." I wandered over to the deck-chairs, and exchanged greetings with Miss Blair. "I have been asked to make myself pleasant," I said. "I suppose that means telling you all about everybody, doesn't it?" "Yes, please." "Well, we're in, as you see. That's the Vicar leading his team out. He's no player really--one of the 'among others we noticed.' But he's a good father, and we've borrowed two offsprings from him. Here comes Archie and Wilks. Wilks drove you from the station, I expect?" "He did. And very furiously." "Well, he hardly drives at all, when he's in. He's terribly slow--what they call Nature's reaction. Archie, you will be sorry to hear, has just distinguished himself by putting me in last. He called it ninth wicket down, but I worked it out, and there doesn't seem to be anybody after me. It's simply spite." "I hope Mr Archie makes some runs," said Dahlia. "I don't mind so much about Wilks, you know." "I'm afraid he is only going to make fourteen to-day. That's the postman going to bowl to him. He has two deliveries, one at eight A.M. and one at twelve-thirty P.M.--the second one is rather doubtful. Archie always takes guard with the bail, you observe, and then looks round to see if we're all watching." "Don't be so unkind." "I'm annoyed," I said, "and I intensely dislike the name Archibald. Ninth wicket down!" The umpire having called "Play," Joe, the postman, bounded up to the wicket and delivered the ball. Archie played forward with the easy confidence of a school professional when nobody is bowling to him. And then the leg-bail disappeared. "Oh!" cried Dahlia. "He's out!" I looked at her, and I looked at Archie's disconsolate back as he made for the pavilion; and I knew what he would want. I got up. "I must go now," I said. "I've promised to sit on the heavy roller for a bit. Archie will be here in a moment. Will you tell him from me that we both thought he wasn't quite ready for that one, and that it never rose an inch? Thank you very much." I discovered Myra, and we sat on the roller together. "Well, I've been making myself pleasant," I said. "And then when Archie got out I knew he'd want to sit next to her, so I came away. That is what they call tact in _The Lady_." "Archie is rather fond of her," said Myra. "I don't know if----" "Yes, yes, I understand. Years ago----" "Let's see. Are you ninety or ninety-one? I always forget."