GULLY. 295 



Opera colonnade, turned into and crossed 

 St. James's Square. My friend was a man 

 of a very few words indeed his vocabulary 

 was awkwardly deficient, and he was 

 grossly ignorant on every subject except 

 that of coaching. Yet he was generally 

 pretty well dressed, though not in the 

 extreme of either the fashion or his profes- 

 sion. He was a fine made man, though 

 not tall; his neck and shoulders being 

 a model for a sculptor, always reminded 

 a sporting friend of mine of Gully, of 

 fighting celebrity. His features were not 

 bad, though a little inclined to the gladi- 

 ator style, and the loss of his eye had 

 added to his countenance a quaint, if not 

 sinister expression. He always walked 

 with a stick, which gave him more the 

 appearance of a respectable London horse- 

 dealer than anything I can compare him 

 to. 



We trudged along without exchanging a 



