"Should he be successful, he will take with him a sum of money
sufficient to start him in any business he chooses to enter."
Wilmore frowned slightly.
"But surely," he protested, "that would make him a professional
pugilist?"
"Not at all," Sir Timothy replied. "For one thing, the match is
a private one in a private house, and for another the money is a
gift. There is no purse. If your brother loses, he gets
nothing. Will you see the fight, Mr. Wilmore?"
"Yes, I will see it," was the somewhat reluctant assent.
"You will give me your word not to interfere in any way?"
"I shall not interfere," Wilmore promised. "If they are wearing
regulation gloves, and the weights are about equal, and the
conditions are what you say, it is the last thing I should wish
to do."
"Capital!" Sir Timothy exclaimed. "Now to pass on. There is one
other feature of my entertainments concerning which I have
something to say--a series of performances which takes place on
my launch at odd times. There is one fixed for tonight. I can
say little about it except that it is unusual. I am going to ask
you, Lady Cynthia, and you, Ledsam, to witness it. When you have
seen that, you know everything. Then you and I, Ledsam, can call
one another's hands. I shall have something else to say to you,
but that is outside the doings here.
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