on within about six feet, and was down in four. Gerald took it in
three, but I had a stroke, so I halved. Then the eighth I told you
about.

WENTWORTH. Was that where you fell into the pond?

TOMMY. No, no; you're thinking of the fifth, where I topped my
drive into the pond.

WENTWORTH. I knew the pond came into it somewhere. I hoped--I mean
I thought you fell in.

TOMMY. Look here, you _must_ remember the eighth, old chap; that
was the one I did in one. Awful bit of luck.

WENTWORTH. Bit of luck for me too, Tommy.

TOMMY. Why?

WENTWORTH. Because now you can hurry on to the ninth.

TOMMY. I say, Wentworth, I thought you were keen on golf.

WENTWORTH. Only on my own.

TOMMY. You're a fraud. Here I've been absolutely wasting my
precious time on you and--I suppose it wouldn't even interest you
to hear that Gerald went round in seventy-two--five under bogey?

WENTWORTH. It would interest me much more to hear something about