The Tremendous Event
The ball flew through the air and suddenly veered to the left; then, curving to the right after passing a clump of trees which formed an obstacle to be avoided, it fell on the putting-green at a few yards' distance from the hole.
"Well done!" cried Simon. "A very pretty screw!"
"Not so bad, not so bad," said Lord Bakefield, resuming his round.
Simon did not allow himself to be disconcerted by this curious method of beginning an interview and broached his subject, without further preamble:
"Lord Bakefield, you know who my father is, a Dieppe ship-owner, with the largest merchant-fleet in France. So I need say no more on that side."
"Capital fellow, M. Dubosc," said Lord Bakefield, approvingly. "I had the pleasure of shaking hands with him at Dieppe last month. Capital fellow."