This chap lies on his back and carols, and the wild waves, seeing him, go round the other way.

At billiards he can give the average sharper forty in a hundred.

He does not really want to play; he does it to teach these bad men a lesson.
He has not handled a cue for years.

He picked up the game when a young man in Australia, and it seems to have lingered with him.
He does not have to get up early and worry dumb-bells in his nightshirt; he just lies on a sofa in an elegant attitude and muscle comes to him.

If his horse declines to jump a hedge, he slips down off the animal's back and throws the poor thing over; it saves argument.