is not
supposed to be good psychology before a match. What you really want is a
good sleep. Isn't that right?"

"He has just sent his men off to bed, I know," said Patricia, "and we
will send him off when he has had his tea."

"I am so glad you are playing again," said Mrs. Templeton to Maitland
as he sat down by her side. "You need more recreation than you have been
taking, I believe."

A shadow crossed Maitland's face.

"I don't believe I need recreation very much, but these chaps of mine
do," he said simply.

"The workmen, you mean!"

"Yes. They lead rather a dull life, you know. Not much colour. A pool
room on the whole has rather a rotten effect upon a chap who has been
nine or ten hours indoors already and who sticks at the same thing day
in and day out for months at a time."

"Ah, I see. You mean you took up hockey for--ah--to help--"

"Well, I don't want to pose as a workingman's advocate and that sort of
thing. But really he has a slow time."

"Then, why doesn't he get busy and do something for himself," broke in
Stillwell, impatiently. "The Lord knows he is getting most of the money
these days and has more spare time than anyone else in the community."

But Maitland ignored him, till Patricia intervened.

"Tell me about that," she demanded.

"Look here!" said her sister. "You are not going to get Jack into a
labour controversy this afternoon. But I would just like to ask you,
Pat, how keen you'd be on organising and conducting a Literary and
Debating Society after you had put in not five and a half hours'
lessons, but eight or nine hours'! It would take some doing, eh? But
let's cut out the labour trouble. It is nearly time for his sleep, isn't
it?"

"Is it, Captain Jack? If so, we won't keep you a minute," said Patricia
anxiously. "No, mother! you must not keep him. He must be on tip-toe
to-night."

Captain Jack rose. "Patricia would make an ideal trainer," he said. "I
fear I must really go. I am awfully glad to have come in and seen you
all. Somehow I feel a whole lot better."

"And so do we, Jack," said the old lady in a wistful voice. "Won't you
come again soon?"

Maitland hesitated a moment, glancing at Adrien.

"Oh, do!" said the girl, with a little colour coming into her face. "It
has been a little like old times to see you this way."

"Yes, hasn't it?" said Stillwell. "Awfully jolly."

Maitland stiffened and turned again to the old lady whose eyes were
turned on him with sad