Chapter 42

But he was in a stubborn and non-consenting mood. He idled as far as the Bosquet and sat down on the stone seat. Windover, as Windover, was all that it had ever been to him, but he felt more and more a stranger with his people and with their people. What had possessed them to ask Conrad over for the week end? He loathed the man. He had to hold himself in lest he should say impossible things to Conrad. Wandering back at last, and looking through one of the squared openings in a yew hedge, he saw them at tennis. Conr…