The things we do!

He blushed
purple when he beheld us. No artist would have dared to imitate those
purple tones: he was one of the numerous victims of Mr. Smee.
One day, then, day to be noted with a white stone, Colonel Newcome, with
his son and Mr. Smee, R.A., walked from the Colonel's house to Gandish's,
which was not far removed thence; and young Clive, who was a perfect
mimic, described to his friends, and illustrated, as was his wont, by
diagrams, the interview which he had with that professor. "By Jove, you
must see Gandish, pa!" cries Clive: "Gandish is worth the whole world.
Come and be an art-student. You'll find such jolly fellows there! Gandish
calls it hart-student, and says, 'Hars est celare Hartem'--by Jove he
does! He treated us to a little Latin, as he brought out a cake and a
bottle of wine, you know."
"The governor was splendid, sir. He wore gloves: you know he only puts
them on on parade days; and turned out for the occasion spick and span.
He ought to be a general officer.


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