When he was gone Jenkins turned to Dion and looked him over.
“Haven’t seen much of you, sir, lately,” he remarked.
“No, I’ve been busy,” returned Dion, feeling slightly uncomfortable as he remembered that the reason for his absence from the Harrow Road was listening to the conversation.
“Going to have a round with the gloves now you are here, sir?” pursued Jenkins.
Dion looked at Mrs. Clarke.
“Well, I hadn’t thought of it,” he said, rather doubtfully.
“Just as you like, sir.”
“Do, Mr. Leith,” said Mrs. Clarke, getting up from the hard chair, and standing close to the medicine ball with her back to the vaulting-horse. “Jimmy and I are going in a moment. You mustn’t bother about us.”
“Well, but how are you going home?”
“We shall walk. Of course have your boxing. It will do you good.”