'Also, sir. The clergy strongly.'
'On the grounds of—what, Skepsey?'
'Morality. I have fully explained to them:—after his work at the desk all day, the young City clerk wants refreshment. He needs it, must have it. I propose to catch him on his way to his music-halls and other places, and take him to one of our establishments. A short term of instruction, and he would find a pleasure in the gloves; it would delight him more than excesses-beer and tobacco. The female in her right place, certainly.' Skepsey supplicated honest interpretation of his hearer, and pursued
'It would improve his physical strength, at the same time add to his sense of personal dignity.'
'Would you teach females as well—to divert them from their frivolities?'
'That would have to be thought over, sir. It would be better for them than using their nails.'
'I don't know, Skepsey: I'm rather a Conservative there.'
'Yes; with regard to the female, sir: I confess, my scheme does not include them. They dance; that is a healthy exercise. One has only to say, that it does not add to the national force, in case of emergency. I look to that. 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.