Snookerpool sounded distinctly erudite

Overheard. Fifteen tales. By Stacy Aumonier. 1924

Freddie considered for some moments, then he said:
“Well, I’m not bad at snooker-pool.”
“Snookerpool!” The Baron turned the word over in his brain. Snookerpool sounded distinctly erudite. He was too polite to make enquiries. “Goot, zen! We vill say ze eminent authority on Snookerpool. What name shall we announce?”
“My name’s Oppincott. I mean—why not call me Mr. Oppincott?”