'Plus two.'
'So is mine.'
'By Jove! Really?'
Elizabeth looked at him, her eyes dancing.
'Why, we're practically twin souls, Mr Chalmers! Tell me, I know your game is nearly perfect, but if you have a fault, is it a tendency to putt too hard?'
'Why, by Jove—yes, it is!'
'I knew it. Something told me. It's the curse of my life too!
Well, after that you can't go away.'
'But if I'm in the way—'
'In the way! Mr Chalmers, will you come in now and help me wash the breakfast things?'
'Rather!' said Lord Dawlish.