“But, Bill, old scout, your sister says there’s a most corking links
near here.”
He turned and stared at me, and nearly ran us into the bank.
“You don’t mean honestly she said that?”
“She said you said it was better than St. Andrews.”
“So I did. Was that all she said I said?”
“Well, wasn’t it enough?”
“She didn’t happen to mention that I added the words, ‘I don’t think’?”
“No, she forgot to tell me that.”
“It’s the worst course in Great Britain.”
I felt rather stunned, don’t you know. Whether it’s a bad habit to have
got into or not, I can’t say, but I simply can’t do without my daily
allowance of golf when I’m not in London.