"I cannot for the life of me remember what I liked so much about it, though it is a lovely painting, and my head ached abominably the morning afte--it is not funny, at all," he adds, a little sourly, though the frown quickly fades away, replaced by curiosity.

"I should think it requires a little more than luck to be a boxer, particularly one so successful; I quite regret never being able to attend a fight, now that I know what I have missed. What are they like?"