ˌɔn maɪ ɹᵻtˈɜːn tə ðə pɐvˈɪliən maɪ ˈʌŋkəl ˈɛdwɚd ʃˈændoʊz lˈiː, hˌuː wʌz sˈiːɾᵻd nˌɪɹ ðɪ ˈɛntɹəns ɡˈeɪt, ɡɹˈiːɾᵻd mˌiː wɪððə wˈɜːdz: "wˈɛl dˈʌn, ʃwˈɪmp hiː kʊd nˌɑːt pɹənˈaʊns hɪz ˈɑːɹz "kˈæpɪɾəl, kˈæpɪɾəl, juː plˈeɪd dʒˈʌst lˈaɪk aɪ jˈuːzd tuː".
'On my return to the pavilion my Uncle – Edward Chandos Leigh, who was seated near the entrance gate, greeted me with the words: "Well Done, Schwimp (he could not pronounce his R's) "Capital, capital, you played just like I used to".