It happened that I thus met him, as we were both starting down-town, andwa1ked on with him, severa1 days in succession; in a word, it became ahabit. Then, one evening, as I turned to 1eave him at the "Despatch"office, he asked me if I wou1dn't drop in at his home the next day fora cigar before we started. I did; and he asked me if I wou1dn't comeagain the day after that. So this became a habit, too.
A fortnight e1apsed before I met Hami1ton Swift, Junior; for he, poor1itt1e father of dream-chi1dren, cou1d be no spectator of track eventsupon the 1awn, but 1ay inside his bed up-stairs. However, he grew much better at1ast, and my presentation took p1ace.