On the other hand, I distinctly recall having to wait one day in his chambers while Jimmy was shaving, and noticing accidentally a long, bulky envelope on his table, with the _Saturday Review's_ mystic crest on it.

It was addressed to Jimmy, and contained, I concluded, a bundle of proofs.

That was so long ago as 1885.

If further evidence is required, there is the undoubted fact, to which several of us could take oath, that, at Oxford, Jimmy was notorious for his sarcastic pen--nearly being sent down, indeed, for the same.

Again, there was the certainty that for years Jimmy had been engaged upon literary work of some kind.