The squire soon called Alec back into the match and left the field for the house, “to resume his campaigning,” as the park team was told. Was he inside now with Maurice? Alec wondered. Then, when he was fielding, Alec saw Durham’s motorcar on the drive that skirted the field. Safe trip, Clive, deary, he said to himself, and do fuck the fuck off! He felt reckless and strong. He stamped his foot on the ground as the auto passed by. The park went on to win the match. Alec was praised, and both teams feted with an outdoor meal.
