BENHAM. Thank you, sir.
[He goes out.
(BROXOPP is still in the hall, putting a cushion or two straight, when RONNY comes back, his hair rather rumpled.)
RONNY. Hullo! Any luck?
BROXOPP (wishing to be fair to the sport). Compared with yesterday—yes.
RONNY. What happened yesterday?
BROXOPP. I fell in.
RONNY (tittering). Bad luck. I’m not frightfully keen on fishing myself—I prefer golf. We’re having [51]a foursome after tea; I expect you’d rather practise by yourself, wouldn’t you?
BROXOPP. Thank you, I shall not be playing golf after tea to-day.
RONNY. I thought you were so frightfully keen. Jack said so.