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It was the day I did the long seventh in five. I got off a good tee-shot straight down the fairway, took a baffy for my second, and But that is not the point. It is sweet and generous of you to think so highly of what was the merest commonplace act of ordinary politeness, but I must repeat, that judged by the standards of your snowy purity, I am not a good man.
Brains an' airstoocratik blood, which of the same you fellers sure hev little. "An' then Monty he blows smoke powerful careless an' superior, an' he says: "'Sure it's a swell game. You cow-headed gents think beef an' brawn ought to hev the call over skill an' gray matter. You'll all hev to back up an' get down. Go out an' learn the game. You don't know a baffy from a Chinee sandwich.
A minute or two later, three grimy, uncouth-looking men came into the hall, whom Mavis took to be gasmen. "Here's the 'Godolphin Band," said Mr Poulter, as he caught sight of them. "All except Baffy: 'e's always late," remarked one of the men. Mavis was introduced to the three members of the band, all of whom seemed to be somewhat abashed by her striking appearance.
The baffy does its work very well in circumstances of this kind, and the ball is brought up fairly quickly upon the green; but the man who is skilled with his irons will usually prefer one of them for the stroke, and will get the coveted 2 as often as the man with the spoon.
"That's their look-out," snapped Miss Nippett, who had a heart of stone where the interests of anything antagonistic to "Poulter's" were concerned. At the conclusion of the evening, the band was paid. Mr Baffy got a shilling for his services, which he held in his hand and looked stupidly before him, till he got a cut with a bow from the second violinist, at which he put the money in his pocket.
It was Mr Baffy, the bass viol player, who was fiddling his instrument as helplessly as ever, while he stared before him with vacant eyes. Mavis stopped her cab, went up to his bent form and put a sovereign into his hand as she said: "Do you remember me?" The vacant manner in which his eyes stared into hers told Mavis that he had forgotten her.
"What a question to ask a cornet-player!" replied Mr Cheadle, as he undid his overcoat to reveal a much worn evening suit, together with a frayed, soiled shirt. "Excellent! excellent!" cried Mr Poulter on seeing the cornet-player's garb. "One 'ud think I played outside pubs," grumbled Mr Cheadle. "Now, if only Mr Baffy would come, you artistes could get to work," remarked Mr Poulter pleasantly.
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