The Vicar finally left the room in anger and Bobby then and there sat down to write to the firm of Henriquez and Dallo, refusing their offer.
He sighed as he did so. He was letting a chance go here which was never likely to occur again. But he saw no alternative.
Later, on the links, he put the problem to Frankie. She listened attentively.
‘You’d have had to go to South America?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Would you have liked that?’ ‘Yes, why not?’ Frankie sighed.
‘Anyway,’ she said with decision. ‘I think you did quite right.’ ‘About Badger, you mean?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘I couldn’t let the old bird down, could I?’ ‘No, but be careful the old bird, as you call him, doesn’t let you in.’ ‘Oh! I shall be careful. Anyway, I shall be all right. I haven’t got any assets.’ ‘That must be rather fun,’ said Frankie.
•Why?’ ‘I don’t know why. It just sounded rather nice and free and irresponsible. I suppose, though, when I come to think of it, that I haven’t got any assets much, either. I mean. Father gives me an allowance and I’ve got lots of houses to live in and clothes and maids and some hideous family jewels and a good deal of credits at shops; but that’s all the family really. It’s not me.’ ‘No, but all the same -‘ Bobby paused.
‘Oh, it’s quite different, I know.’ ‘Yes,’ said Bobby. ‘It’s quite different.’ He felt suddenly very depressed.
They walked in silence to the next tee.
‘I’m going to town tomorrow,’ said Frankie, as Bobby teed up his ball.
‘Tomorrow? Oh – and I was going to suggest you should come for a picnic.’ ‘I’d have liked to. However, it’s arranged. You see. Father’s got the gout again.’ ‘You ought to stay and minister to him,’ said Bobby.
‘He doesn’t like being ministered to. It annoys him frightfully.
He likes the second footman best. He’s sympathetic and doesn’t mind having things thrown at him and being called a damned fool.’ Bobby topped his drive and it trickled into the bunker.
‘Hard lines,’ said Frankie and drove a nice straight ball that sailed over it.
‘By the way,’ she remarked. ‘We might do something together in London. You’ll be up soon?’ ‘On Monday. But – well – it’s no good, is it?’ ‘What do you mean – no good?’ ‘Well, I mean I shall be working as a mechanic most of the time. I mean ‘ ‘Even then,’ said Frankie, ‘I suppose you’re just as capable of coming to a cocktail party and getting tight as any other of my friends.’ Bobby merely shook his head.
‘I’ll give a beer and sausage party if you prefer it,’ said Frankie encouragingly.
‘Oh, look here, Frankie, what’s the good? I mean, you can’t mix your crowds. Your crowd’s a different crowd from mine.’ ‘I assure you,’ said Frankie, ‘that my crowd is a very mixed one.’ ‘You’re pretending not to understand.’ ‘You can bring Badger if you like. There’s friendship for you.’ ‘You’ve got some sort of prejudice against Badger.’ ‘I daresay it’s his stammer. People who stammer always make me stammer, too.’ ‘Look here, Frankie, it’s no good and you know it isn’t. It’s all right down here. There’s not much to do and I suppose I’m better than nothing. I mean you’re always awfully decent to me and all that, and I’m grateful. But I mean I know I’m just nobody – I mean ‘ ‘When you’ve quite finished expressing your inferiority complex,’ said Frankie coldly, ‘perhaps you’ll try getting out of the bunker with a niblick instead of a putter.’ ‘Have I – oh! damn!’ He replaced the putter in his bag and took out the niblick. Frankie watched with malicious satisfaction as he hacked at the ball five times in succession. Clouds of sand rose round them.
‘Your hole,’ said Bobby, picking up the ball.
‘I think it is,’ said Frankie. ‘And that gives me the match.’ ‘Shall we play the bye?’ ‘No, I don’t think so. I’ve got a lot to do.’ ‘Of course. I suppose you have.’ They walked together in silence to the clubhouse.
‘Well,’ said Frankie, holding out her hand. ‘Goodbye, my dear. It’s been too marvellous to have you to make use of while I’ve been down here. See something of you again, perhaps, when I’ve nothing better to do.’ ‘Look here, Frankie ‘ ‘Perhaps you’ll condescend to come to my coster party. I believe you can get pearl buttons quite cheaply at Woolworth’s.’ ‘Frankie ‘ His words were drowned in the noise of the Bentley’s engine which Frankie had just started. She drove away with an airy wave of her hand.