"When you hole a long putt for a half."
"You generally say, 'What about that for a good putt, old thing? Thirty yards at least,'" suggested Gerald.
"No."
"Is it—is it 'Alleluia'?" suggested Mrs. Gerald timidly.
"Yes."
"Dennis," I said, "you're an ass."
"And now," said Norah at the end of the game, "who's won?"
They counted up their marks.
"Ten," said Norah.