His toilet paraphernalia was of the simplest and scantiest.

His stock of frayed linen and darned underclothes made rather a poor little heap on the chair.

He watched the unpacking somewhat wistfully from his bed; and, like many another poor man, inwardly resented his poverty being laid bare to the eyes of the servants of the rich.
The only thing that the man seemed to handle respectfully--as a recognized totem of a superior caste--was a brown canvas case of golf clubs, which he stood up in a conspicuous corner of the room.

Paul had taken to the Ancient and Royal game when first he went on tour, and it had been a health-giving resource during the listless days when there was no rehearsal or no matinee--hundreds of provincial actors, to say nothing of retired colonels and such-like derelicts, owe their salvation of body and soul to the absurd but hygienic pastime--and with a naturally true eye and a harmonious body trained to all demands on its suppleness in the gymnasium, proficiency had come with little trouble.

He was a born golfer; for the physically perfect human is a born anything physical you please.