"Now then. Ladies and gentlemen, with your kind permission I shall now proceed to beat the sphere into the sky."
It was a tremendous shot, and we could see that it must have reached the green; but when we came up and found the ball in the hole nobody was more surprised than Berry. Of course, he didn't show it. Berry doesn't give things away.
"Ah!" he said pleasantly. "That's better. I'm beginning to get used to playing with one eye. You know, all the time I—er—seem to see two balls."
"Nonsense," said Daphne.
"If you said you'd been seeing two holes all day, I could believe it," said Jonah. "Anyone might think so from the way you've been playing."
Berry smiled ecstatically. "My recent—er—chef d'oeuvre—(note the Parisian accent)—has ipso facto—(Latin of the Augustan Age)—placed me beyond the pricks of criticism. The venom, brother, which you would squirt upon me, bespatters but yourself. Boy, place me the globe upon yon pinnacle of sand. So. Now indicate to me the distant pin. Thank you. Do I see it? No. Natheless (obsolete, but pure), I say nameless it beckons me. And now give me—yes, give me Douglas."
The caddie handed him a brassie. He had caddied for Berry before.
"Don't breathe for a moment, anyone," said Daphne.
Her husband frowned and silently sliced into the sea.
"How many balls did you see that time?" said Jonah.