Mr. Bullamy.
Ha, ha, ha! Who wins?
Mr. Posket.
He does now—but he says I shall win when I know the game better.
Mr. Bullamy.
What a boy he is!
Mr. Posket.
Isn’t he a wonderful lad? And only fourteen, too. I’ll tell you something else—perhaps you had better not mention it to his mother.
Mr. Bullamy.
No, no, certainly not.