His evening's billiards served him as an object-lesson, in how the game ought to be played. After the first game, Turner gave him two hundred start in three hundred up; a handicap that produced a fairly close finish.
Turner admitted that he kept himself in practice. "Nothing much else to do," he explained, "except get licked by Elizabeth at croquet."
"And what's your game?" Arthur asked Hubert, who had strolled in while they were playing and had been marking for them.
"Play golf a bit," Hubert said. "There's quite a decent course about a mile from here. I go over most days. Give you a game any time you like."
"Well, I didn't bring any clubs down," Arthur replied. "Had no practice to speak of, you see, in the last six years, but I used to be rather keen."
"Hubert is hot stuff," Turner commented. "Plus two, isn't it, now, Hubert?"
"Three, since I won the last medal," was his nephew's reply.
"Good Lord! Why that's Amateur Championship form," Arthur exclaimed.
"Oh! hardly that!" Hubert thought. He appeared to be quite indifferent to Arthur's admiration.