They went to take a forenoon game at their old play
of tennis, not on a match, but by way of improving themselves;
but they had not well taken their places till young Wringhim
appeared in his old station, at his brother's right hand, with looks
more demure and determined than ever. His lips were primmed
so close that his mouth was hardly discernible, and his dark deep
eye flashed gleams of holy indignation on the godless set, but
particularly on his brother. His presence acted as a mildew on all
social intercourse or enjoyment; the game was marred, and ended
ere ever it was well begun. There were whisperings apart--the
party separated, and, in order to shake off the blighting influence
of this dogged persecutor, they entered sundry houses of their
acquaintances, with an understanding that they were to meet on
the Links for a game at cricket.
They did so; and, stripping off part of their clothes, they began
that violent and spirited game. They had not played five minutes
till Wringhim was stalking in the midst of them, and totally
impeding the play. A cry arose from all corners of: "Oh, this will
never do.
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