He was all but hunchbacked; long and lean in the arm; sallow, with a great forehead, and waving black hair, and large melancholy eyes.
"What, is it you, J.J. ?" cries Clive gaily, when his humble friend appears at the door.

"Father, this is my friend Ridley.

This is the fellow what can draw." "I know who I will back against any young man of his size at that," says the Colonel, looking at Clive fondly.

He considered there was not such a genius in the world; and had already thought of having some of Clive's drawings published by M'Lean of the Haymarket.
"This is my father just come from India--and Mr.Pendennis, an old Grey Friars' man.

Is my uncle at home ?" Both these gentlemen bestow rather patronising nods of the head on the lad introduced to them as J.J.
His exterior is but mean-looking.