The conversation was interuptted by the arrival of the two opponents. At the venerable age of 40, Mrs. Dorothea Lambert Chambers did not seem any less vigourous than she had been in 1904 while winning the first of her 7 titles. Her long and capacious cotton skirt and her blouse tightly closed at the collar gave her a certain mechanical air. Suzanne seemed even more diminutive at her side and even more supple, totally at ease under her wide brimmed beach hat, her arms chestnut brown and exposed by the very short sleeves of her light dress. After the curtseys which Mrs. Chambers made with grace of a changing of the guard, the two adversaries squared off to warm up.
Suzanne often came to the net as unconcerned as if it were a simple training game, to drive back Mrs. Chambers powerful forehand shots with her tiny forearm held valaintly in front of her body. Her jaws grim to the point of pursing her lips beyond recognition, Mrs. Chambers put a couple of bad shots out of court, and then moved towards the baseline to await the little ones first service. Having shut her opoonent out in the first game, the champion changed courts with regal bearing, but she had scarcely had time to serve when the ball was returned out of her reach.
For 4 straight games, stroking with ease her cross court forehand, her baseline backhand, her devastating volleys and smashes, Suzanne never let her opoonent get control of the ball and made Dorothea feel for the first time uneasy, out of style, and powerless: in a word, old.
There's more to life than just being happy.