"The first three nights I was home I never closed my eyes." Granet leaned across the table to the secretary.
"Dickens," he remarked, "that's a queer-looking fellow at the further end of the room.

Who is he ?" The secretary glanced around and smiled.
"You mean that little fellow with the glasses and the stoop?
He arrived last night and asked for a match this morning.

You see what a miserable wizened-up looking creature he is?
I found him a twelve man and he wiped the floor with me.

Guess what his handicap is ?" "No idea," Granet replied.

"Forty, I should think." "Scratch at St.Andrews," Dickens told them.