"It was marvelous," I said. "And what I think I'll do is cut off my right hand and open a restaurant in New York."
His Majesty laughed and repeated the remark to some aides.
"He likes a joke," I told Claude.
Along about here, the king's golf suffered a bit. From the 5th or 6th tee he hooked a high one over the palace wall and onto the Boulevard des Saadiens.
"Golf go away, Monsieur Har-moan," he said to Claude.
"Golf will come back," Harmon smiled.
Whereupon the king hooked another high one over the wall.
"Very bad," he said.
"Golf comes and goes," said Claude.
Whereupon the king hooked still a third drive over the wall.