First, back in 2003, Bristol witnessed Uncle Mike shoot a Taser gun at her cousin, Payton.
But Payton had met his man too often on the green to be taken by surprise.
“All due to my very able teacher,” said Mr. Payton, modestly.
Payton, with his mouth open, glared at the speaker in a manner that at another time must have provoked him to laughter.
“I think they are hawthorne bushes,” Mrs. Payton answered, absently.
Mr. Payton hesitated, giving the command to slow up, nevertheless.
Payton retorted with a sneer, "but it would clean your honour!"
She fled swiftly, but the garden gate had barely closed on her skirts before Payton issued from the courtyard.
Payton turned to the table, and, with an unsteady hand, filled a glass.
Payton rejoined, laying his hand on a glass and speaking in a towering rage.