"Tom is much too good at tennis. His service is perfectly dreadful."
"It's a little terrifying on first acquaintance."
"But you're better at golf than at tennis, Mr. Garnet. I wish you were not."
"This is special pleading," I said. "It isn't fair to appeal to my better feelings, Miss Derrick."
"I didn't know golfers had any where golf was concerned. Do you really have your off-days?"
"Nearly always. There are days when I slice with my driver as if it were a bread-knife."
"Really?"
"And when I couldn't putt to hit a haystack."
"Then I hope it will be on one of those days that you play father."
"I hope so, too," I said.