E. F. Benson

E. F. Benson

Summary

Portrait of E. F. Benson E. F. Benson The Old Bligh (1909)

You say Alford is a good mechanician; why not let him take things to bits and put them together again?”
“But I happen to enjoy it,” he said.
“Oh, then, I understand; you were enjoying yourself, and so you let me spend the whole of this dreadful afternoon in a little pitch-pine room, without taking the trouble to see whether it was raining or not.”
“Enjoying a thing is a very good reason for doing it,” said Harry. “You enjoy hitting a silly golf-ball into a pit, and then digging at it.”
“Oh, that is the war-cry of people who don't care about golf,” said she.
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Portrait of E. F. Benson E. F. Benson The Old Bligh (1909)

Madge pushed back her hair from her forehead, and poked the fire rather viciously. Harry was incorrigible; if Woodcombe Cottage was to be bought, she must buy it herself somehow. She realized the fairness of that; if they bought it it was for her chiefly that the purchase would be made, so that she could be near these Woodcombe links, which she liked more than any in the country. Often before she had tried motoring down for the day from town and playing, then motoring back, but that double long drive made just the whole difference to pleasure.
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Portrait of E. F. Benson E. F. Benson The Old Bligh (1909)

His own motor-excursions would have been so delightful if Madge had been with him, but she so seldom had. Whenever there was an off-day in town, she always wanted to be driven out to play golf, and down here it was an established part of the day, as invariable as breakfast or dinner, that he should take her to the links, and either call for her himself or send Alford for her in the other car.
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