"I told you I should bring the gloves, and make a fighting man of you, last time I was here, you know.

Come on! I only want to open your chest by knocking you about a little in the painting-room before we begin to draw." The servant still held the gloves away from her at the full stretch of her arm, as if she feared they were yet alive with the pugilistic energies that had been imparted to them by their last wearer.

Mrs.Blyth burst out laughing, Valentine followed her example.

The housemaid began to look bewildered, and begged to know if her master would be so kind as to take "the things" away from her.
"Did you say, come up stairs ?" continued the voice outside.

"All right; I have no objection, if Mrs.Blyth hasn't." Here Zack came in with his boxing-gloves fitted on.