"A bad business, but over for good, I think, Christopher. But there are other things, worse in a way—"
I paused, scrutinizing the man's homely, impassive face.
"Did Master Jerry do much drinking before he went into training, Christopher?"
"A little, what any gentleman would, out in the world, sir."
"You've noticed it since the fight?"
He hesitated. Loyalty was bred in his bone.
"Yes, sir."
"You know, Christopher, that I've spent my life trying to make Jerry a fine man?"
"You 'ave, sir. It's a pity—the—the drink. But it can't 'ave much of a 'old on 'im yet, sir."
"Then you have noticed?"