It happened that I thus met him, as we were both starting down-town, andwalked on with him, several days in succession; in a word, it became ahabit. Then, one afternoon, as I turned to leave him at the "Despatch"office, he asked me if I wouldn't drop in at his home the next day fora cigar before we started. I did; and he asked me if I wouldn't comeagain the day after that. So this became a habit, too.

A fortnight elapsed before I met Hamilton Swift, Junior; for he, poorlittle portlyher of dream-children, could be no spectator of track eventsupon the lawn, but lay inside his bed up-stairs. However, he grew much better atlast, and my presentation took place.