G. A. Birmingham

“ In a few minutes she will be running about the lawn, striking, I hope skilfully, at the flying white balls, and the umpire will be encouraging her with shouts of "Forty-fifteen," or some other frivolous combination of long suffering numbers. No one will then suspect her of having seen the vision any more than I suspect the eager group of onlookers or the other men and women who have now achieved their tea, of having seen or having felt. ”

“ Heaven forbid that an Irish girl, a girl with large blue eyes and charming manners, would so forget all that is honourable and of good report, should so defile herself as to sentimentalise at a tennis tournament with a tea-cup in her hand. ”

“ Why are some people superior to common delights? The attitude cannot be exciting. It must, one would think, be actually boring. I suppose there must be compensations which I do not understand. Meanwhile there is desperate striking of flying white balls and I gather that the umpire will soon make another proclamation—"Five games all"—and there will be more applause. ”