"Oh no," said Meadows, "I am not; it's quite early."
("So it was, you know," said the Bohemian to me, as he told me of his reception.)
"Early!" exclaimed the wife. "Why, what o'clock is it?"
"Oh, about one, or a little after," said Kenny.
Unluckily, at that moment the peculiar but unmistakable cry of the milkman was heard—"and that pretty well settled the time, you know, Frith."
[CHAPTER XII.]
"COMIC HISTORY OF ROME."
The extreme difficulty—in some instances the impossibility—of procuring copies of some of the books illustrated by Leech makes exact chronological sequence impossible in any attempt to describe the career of the artist. I hope to be pardoned, therefore, for the irregularity of my dates.