And I am particular in proposing an exercise independent
of--I have to say--sex. Not that there is harm in sex. But we are for
training. I hope my meaning is clear?'
'Quite. You would have boxing with the gloves to be a kind of monastic
recreation.'
'Recreation is the word, sir; I have often admired it,' said Skepsey,
blinking, unsure of the signification of monastic.
'I was a bit of a boxer once,' Mr. Fenellan said, conscious of height and
breadth in measuring the wisp of a figure before him.
'Something might be done with you still, sir.'
Skepsey paid him the encomium after a respectful summary of his gifts in
a glimpse. Mr. Fenellan bowed to him.
Mr. Radnor raised head from the notes he was pencilling upon letters
perused.
'Skepsey's craze: regeneration of the English race by boxing--nucleus of
a national army?'
'To face an enemy at close quarters--it teaches that, sir. I have always
been of opinion, that courage may be taught. I do not say heroism. And
setting aside for a moment thoughts of an army, we create more valuable
citizens. Protection to the weak in streets and by-places--shocking
examples of ruffians maltreating women, in view of a crowd.'
'One strong man is an overmatch for your mob,' said Mr. Fenellan.
Skepsey toned his assent to the diminishing thinness where a suspicion of
the negative begins to wind upon a distant horn.
'Knowing his own intentions; and before an ignorant mob:--strong, you
say, sir? I venture my word that a, decent lad, with science, would beat
him. It is a question of the study and practice of first principles.'
'If you were to see a rascal giant mishandling a woman?' Skepsey conjured
the scene by bending his head and peering abstractedly, as if over
spectacles.
'I would beg him to abstain, for his own sake.'
Mr. Fenellan knew that the little fellow was not boasting.
'My brother Dartrey had a lesson or two from you in the first principles,
I think?'
'Captain Dartrey is an athlete, sir: exceedingly quick and clever; a hard
boxer to beat.'
'You will not call him captain when you see him; he has dismissed the
army.'
'I much regret it, sir, much, that we have lost him. Captain Dartrey
Fenellan was a beautiful fencer. He gave me some instruction; unhappily,
I have to acknowledge, too late. It is a beautiful art. Captain Dartrey
says, the French excel at it. But it asks for a weapon, which nature has
not given: whereas the fists . . .'
'So,' Mr. R
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