"I don't understand."
"I see that I must tell you all. I am sure you will treat what I say as
absolutely confidential."
"Certainly."
"I am provisionally engaged to Mr. Jopp."
"Provisionally?"
She gulped.
"Let me tell you my story. Mr. Jopp asked me to marry him, and I would
rather do anything on earth than marry him. But how could I say 'No!'
with those awful eyes of his boring me through? I knew that if I said
'No', he would argue me out of it in two minutes. I had an idea. I
gathered that he had never played golf, so I told him that I would
marry him if he won the Amateur Championship this year. And now I find
that he has been a golfer all along, and, what is more, a plus man! It
isn't fair!"
"He was not a golfer when you made that condition," I said. "He took up
the game on the following day."
"Impossible! How could he have become as good as he is in this short
time?"
"Because he is Vincent Jopp! In his lexicon there is no such word as
impossible."
She shuddered.
"What a man! But I can't marry him," she cried. "I want to marry
somebody else. Oh, won't you help me? Do shout 'Boo!' at him when he is
starting his down-swing!"