In time, of course, the Arcadia Mixture made him more and more like the rest of us, but he retained his individuality until he let his bowl fall off.

Otherwise he only differed from us in one way.
When he saw a match-box he always extracted a few matches and put them dreamily into his pocket.

There were times when, with a sharp blow on Jimmy's person, we could doubtless have had him blazing like a chandelier.
[Illustration] Jimmy was a barrister--though this is scarcely worth mentioning--and it had been known to us for years that he made a living by contributing to the _Saturday Review_.

How the secret leaked out I cannot say with certainty.

Jimmy never forced it upon us, and I cannot remember any paragraphs in the London correspondence of the provincial papers coupling his name with _Saturday_ articles.