"I've played with you all the week," replied Elsie.
"With me, not against me," said Pip.
"Oh, I see. All right; I'll play with Raven to-morrow against you and Ethel. We shall beat you horribly, though."
Elsie was in a very perverse mood.
"Yes, but I want a single—a match," explained Pip.
"Oh!" said Elsie.
There was a pause. Pip lit his pipe, which had somehow gone out, and continued,—
"Shall we say to-morrow morning?"
"Afraid not," said Elsie. "I rather think I promised to play one of the men in the hotel."
This was not strictly true, but Elsie was in a curious frame of mind that evening. There was no reason why she should not have played Pip his match, nor was she particularly averse to doing so. But some flash of feminine intuition, infallible as ever, was unconsciously keeping
