"That's rubbish," I answered. "Half the fun of the thing is belonging to a side, and a man must be mad to say that golf is a better game than cricket."
"Dennison wasn't trying to make out that golf is better than cricket, but was just saying what games a man can play without being sworn at as if he were a coolie," Ward said.
"I refuse to take amusements seriously," Dennison continued. "I would sooner shout with laughter at a funeral than lose my temper playing a game."
"The sweetest thing on earth," I said, "is to catch a fast half-volley to leg plumb in the middle of the bat."
"It isn't in the same street with a comic opera at the Savoy after a good dinner," Lambert remarked.
"At any rate it doesn't last so long," Dennison, who had a queer idea of what was funny, put in.
"A punt, good cushions, June, and a novel by one of those people who make you feel sleepy, are hard to beat," Collier stated.
"You are a Sybarite," Dennison said, "and you will be a disappointed one before long. All we do here in the summer is to give our relations strawberries and cream and run with our college eight."
"How do you know?" Collier asked, but to so searching a question he got no reply.
"The finest sight in the world is a thoroughbred horse," Ward said.