“It’s contrary to the spirit of the game,” said her father. “And he’s not interested in the theory of the thing either. Says he just plays for exercise and doesn’t bother about style. Now, that secretary chap, Bateman, is quite different. It’s the theory interests him. I was slicing badly with my spoon; and he said it all came from too much right arm, and he evolved a very interesting theory. It’s all left arm in golf⁠—the left arm is the arm that counts. He says he plays tennis left handed but golf with ordinary clubs because there his superiority with the left arm tells.”

“And did he play very marvellously?” inquired Bundle.

“No, he didn’t,” confessed Lord Caterham. “But then he may have been off his game. I see the theory all right and I think there’s a lot in it. Ah! Did you see that one, Bundle? Right over the rhododendrons. A perfect shot. Ah! If one could be sure of doing that every time⁠—Yes, Tredwell, what is it?”

Tredwell addressed Bundle.