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CHAPTER XI

Time was the great thing. It was unlucky for the batsmen to cross ; but number seven was at the pavilion gate and almost ran to the wickets, as the last batsman returned. Eton's hopes were never still. The tempo of the game rose and fell with the noise of the crowd. A few quiet overs had succeeded an orgy of hitting. The crowd was silent and the shuffle of fashionable feet could be heard on the asphalt. The buses roared along St. John's Wood road. Their indifference was maddening. All London must keep still. A hush came and Denis heard the thud of the bowler's feet-and the hollow crack of the off stump, knocked flying from the ground. Six wickets. A long, long way off Lady Periton said something about introducing people at the dance and her daughter disputed the point. Their voices had no meaning at the moment.
Now, the sun was low and the pavilion threw a cold green shadow over a segment of the crowd. Fieldsmen crept closer and rubbed their hands like servants of the Inquisition. The bowler measured his run like a hangman preparing. The crowd gloated and gazed. Young men down from Oxford caught themselves with a secret thrill and quelled it with a cigarette. Girls in picture hats chattered and giggled and put their hand to their mouths when their brothers kicked them. In the pavilion, old men lit cigars and ordered a double Scotch. And the seventh wicket fell to a brilliant catch low down in the slips.
With twenty runs to get and last man in there was a movement in the crowd. Light blue prophets and pessimists elbowed their way from the crowd and told each other they had said Eton could never do it. Overwrought chaperons shooed their charges towards their cars and told each other what a splendid match it had been. The stir in the air made Denis angrier. When Lady Bridget collected her things and gave her face a last adjustment, he nearly pushed her off the coach. The fieidsmen had crept still closer. Eton's last man was nothing but a humorist. He showed his humour by skying three boundaries one after the other, and Denis knew

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