"Of course the golf-match is all in your favour. The chances are about three to one on your winning."
Suddenly Elsie flared up with a curious little spirit of anger. Her mind, highly trained though it was in these matters, could not quite appreciate Pip's Quixotic consideration for an opponent.
"Pip," she said, "I don't believe you want to win! The whole thing is simply a joke on your part—your idea of a joke. I don't think it's a very nice one: you know you can't beat me. If you really want to marry me you wouldn't—"
"I shall beat you all right," said Pip simply.
"Why?"
"I know I shall, that's all."
"Why?"
"Because I know."
A new idea occurred to Elsie.
"You dare to insinuate," she said, "that I would—would purposely let you—"