"Hell's bells, Binky," roared the irate old admiral to his friend at the 19th. "Just been playing with a chappie from the Treasury. One of those civil service wallahs." "Bring him in for a drink, eh?" enquired the other old sea dog. "Can't," replied the admiral. "There we were playing the 16th when someone shouted `fore.' Damned if the blighter didn't sit down on the spot and wait for a cup of tea. Left him there. Rum lot those Treasury chaps."