Mr. McGowan was too surprised to reply.
“Against you, Father says. I was not going to tell you this, but you have compelled me to do it by what you said to me. I know nothing of your past life.”
“Miss Fox, will you be kind enough to explain?”
“I have nothing to explain. All I know is that from the way Father acted it must not be to your credit.”
He looked his amazement.
“Good night,” she said, extending her hand. “You will not forget what you said about the way one should do in boxing, will you?”
He smiled faintly.
“Mr. McGowan, you are not going to disappoint me, are you?”
“Would it make much difference? You seem to have already formed your opinion from the things you have heard.”