Coxmoor asked, "Do you play tennis, my lord?" "Tennis, ma'am?" Lord Nicholas looked as confused as Nympha felt. "I have had a neat little court some distance from the house. I thought perhaps one or both of you might enjoy the game. Perhaps Mr. Milburn as well?" Mrs. Coxmoor folded her hands on her lap, looking for all the world as though she sat in her drawing room rather than bouncing along a country road in a closed landau. The carriage rolled onto the main road leading to Mansfield. "As to that, ma'am," Nick replied, "I have played some while in London. There is a tennis court just off Piccadilly. Several of us enjoy a hard game now and again. Scropes Davies is a splendid player and a good opponent—almost a professional. Have you learned the game. Miss Herbert?" Nympha calmly returned his look. Did he assume she was so provincial she wouldn't have even heard of it? "My father does not consider it seemly for us to play tennis, although I have observed the game. My sisters and I have played battledore and shuttlecock, sir," "Similar games," Great-Aunt Letitia declared.
