1 Brade climbing holly-tree to recover lost club. Secretary demurs. It is pointed out that this is exhibition play. Something tears. Exhibition expected. It is only braid. Tailor summoned hastily.

2 Fardon’s drive. Fardon the ages now. Its journey well begun. It strikes a toompty. Then rolls on. He holes a five in one.

3 Teeing off the caddy. A spoon shot. A pull. Very hot. A dead stymie. Poor little thing! Humanity prevails. Military honours. Dormy one.

4 Brade haz ’ard luck in a hazard. He digs. “Having no spade, partner?” Bunker replaced by onlookers. Several onlookers replaced in bunker.

5 Casual water. Pulling Fardon out of a well without penalty. One up and the deuce to pay. Brade plays puff-ball in mistake for golf-ball. Bystanders appreciably thinning. Overtaking a foursome. A threesome. Loathesome.

6 The end of the game. Part of the ritual of golf. Panorama of moving figures running off for gin and ginger. The Sunningdale Arms. Arm in arm. Links. Unlinked. “Not stopping this side of Virginia Water.”