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He is not at all strong, but he never
spares himself."
"My hasty speech meant nothing," returned Malcolm smiling. "Mr.
Carlyon is certainly no loafer--he looks the incarnation of energy."
"How doth the little busy D--
Improve each shining hour,"
chanted Cedric. But Elizabeth would stand no more nonsense. She
called to the dogs, and warned their guest that the gong would sound
in five minutes, and then marched off with her sailor hat slung on
her arm, which she filled on her way to the house with Canterbury
bells and blue larkspur.
The game of tennis was a great success. Dinah sat in the shade and
watched them.
There was some little difficulty in choosing partners, so Cedric
said they must toss up for it, and Elizabeth fell to Mr. Carlyon.
If Malcolm felt secretly disappointed, no one guessed it. To his
surprise he and Cedric were ruthlessly beaten.
Mr. Carlyon played a masterly game, and Elizabeth ably seconded him.
Malcolm, who had always held his own on the tennis green, and was an
excellent golf player, was much chagrined at his defeat.


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