I am afraid Clive Newcome employed him to smuggle rum-shrub and cigars into the premises; giving him appointments in the school precincts, where young Clive would come and stealthily receive the forbidden goods. The poor lad was known by the boys, and called Newcomes Punch. 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 good vibraters
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 Clives drawings published by MLean of the Haymarket. dilodo
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. Colonel Newcome, one of the humblest-minded men alive, has yet his old-fashioned military notions; and speaks to a butlers son as to a private soldier, kindly, but not familiarly. rabbit vib