"My friend here refuses to play until he has seen something of the country.

He knows that the golfer's vision is bounded by the nearest bunker." Handyside took the cue.
"That's the exact position, Miss Forbes," he said.

"I was warned by the horrible experience of a friend of mine.

He left Newark, N.J., on a sightseeing tour of Europe, but unfortunately took his clubs with him.
Now, if you ask him what he thought of Westminster Abbey or the Wye Valley he tells you he hadn't time to look 'em up, but that the fifth hole at Sandwich is a corker, while the thirteenth at St.Andrews has been known to restore the faculty of speech to a dumb man.

You see, some poor mute had either to express his feelings or bust." Evidently Miss Evelyn Forbes would not be allowed to mope during the run to Eastbourne.
As between Theydon and herself, the situation was curiously mixed.