J., come along, old fellow, and show us some drawings.
What are you doing ?" "I was doing some Arabian Nights," says J.J., "up in my room; and hearing a knock which I thought was yours, I came down." "Show us the pictures.

Let's go up into your room," cries Clive.
"What--will you ?" says the other.

"It is but a very small place." "Never mind, come along," says Clive; and the two lads disappear together, leaving the three grown gentlemen to discourse together, or rather two of us to listen to Honeyman, who expatiates upon the beauty of the weather, the difficulties of the clerical calling, the honour Colonel Newcome does him by a visit, etc., with his usual eloquence.
After a while Clive comes down without J.J., from the upper regions.

He is greatly excited.

"Oh, sir," he says to his father, "you talk about my drawings--you should see J.J.'s! By Jove, that fellow is a genius.