At one, I rushed out to a dirty little eating-house in Hampstead Road.

Was back again by a quarter to two, having in the meantime sketched a paper for The West End.

Pipe in mouth, I sat down to leisurely artistic work; by five, half the paper was done; the other half remains for to-morrow.

From five to half-past I read four newspapers and two magazines, and from half-past to a quarter to six I jotted down several ideas that had come to me whilst reading.

At six I was again in the dirty eating-house, satisfying a ferocious hunger.