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Updated: May 6, 2025
Usually Sara was very shy of strangers; but this gentleman looked so pleasant that she had almost made up her mind to speak to him when she saw Schlorge running wildly back up the path. "Where's a stump?" he panted. "I forgot where's a stump?" He spoke so loudly that the gentleman in tennis-flannels heard him and looked around. "Oh, it's you, Schlorge," he said.
'Who watches us across the street? Kim looked up hurriedly and saw Colonel Creighton in tennis-flannels. 'Oh, that is some Sahib who knows the fat priest in the barracks. He is beckoning me. 'What dost thou? said the Colonel, when Kim trotted up. 'I I am not running away. I send a letter to my Holy One at Benares. 'I had not thought of that. Hast thou said that I take thee to Lucknow?
Sara was left looking at a middle-aged fairy-gentleman with a little pointed beard, who was sitting on a sort of stool or box before an easel, hard at work. He had on white tennis-flannels, and an odd but becoming sort of cap.
The sun got steadily hotter, and the sea bluer. And the subalterns blessed the sun, because it gave them an excuse for putting on the white tennis-flannels which they had brought for deck wear. All honest boys, we know, fancy themselves in their whites. And the mention of their deck-flannels reminds me, strangely enough, of Monty's daily masses.
He turned to George: "What d'you think of it, George?" "My boy, I'm proud of you," said George. In his tennis-flannels he felt like one who has arrived at an evening party in morning-dress. And indeed he was proud of Lucas. Something profound and ingenuous in him rose into his eyes and caused them to shine.
'Ah! said I, and would have pondered this statement at some length in silence, but that she plainly did not wish me to do so. 'We might perfectly well have sent his pony home with one of our own servants he would have been delighted to walk down. 'He wasn't in proper kit, I remonstrated. 'Oh, I wish you would speak to him about that. Make him get some tennis-flannels and riding-things.
And yet, the next morning, when the Bredes came down and seated themselves opposite us at table, beaming and smiling in their natural, pleasant, well-bred fashion, I knew, to a social certainty, that they were "nice" people. He was a fine-looking fellow in his neat tennis-flannels, slim, graceful, twenty-eight or thirty years old, with a Frenchy pointed beard.
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