"Ah!" said I, "Give me the judgment of Paris."
CHAPTER VI
WHICH TO ADORE
"I suppose you think I'm going to swear," said Berry defiantly.
Jill and Daphne clasped one another and shrieked with laughter. Berry stopped addressing the ball and gazed at them.
"Go on!" he said, nodding sardonic approval. "Provoke me to violence. Goad me in the direction of insanity."
His caddie sniggered audibly. Berry turned to him.
"That's right, my boy. Make the most of your time. For you I have already devised a lingering death."
"Look here, old chap," said I, "there's some mistake. I said I'd give you a stroke a hole, not a divot a stroke."