The things we do!

"I bet he might have it
every day if he liked." In fact Gandish was always handing him sweetmeats
of compliments and cordials of approbation. He had coat-sleeves with silk
linings--he had studs in his shirt. How different was the texture and
colour of that garment, to the sleeves Bob Grimes displayed when he took
his coat off to put on his working jacket! Horses used actually to come
for him to Gandish's door (which was situated in a certain lofty street
in Soho). The Miss G.'s would smile at him from the parlour window as he
mounted and rode splendidly off; and those opposition beauties, the Miss
Levisons, daughters of the professor of dancing over the way, seldom
failed to greet the young gentleman with an admiring ogle from their
great black eyes. Master Clive was pronounced an 'out-and-outer,' a
'swell and no mistake,' and complimented with scarce one dissentient
voice by the simple academy at Gandish's. Besides, he drew very well.
There could be no doubt about that.


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