Of course the boy had his faults. He had a tremendous appetite, and was rather greedy--so was I, for that matter--and we were good customers to la mère Jaurion; especially he, for he always had lots of pocket-money, and was fond of standing treat all round. Yet, strange to say, he had such a loathing of meat that soon by special favoritism a separate dish of eggs and milk and succulent vegetables was cooked expressly for him--a savory mess that made all our mouths water merely to see and smell it, and filled us with envy, it was so good. Aglaé the cook took care of that! "C'était pour Monsieur Josselin!" And of this he would eat as much as three ordinary boys could eat of anything in the world. Then he was quick-tempered and impulsive, and in frequent fights--in which he generally came off second best; for he was fond of fighting with bigger boys than himself. Victor or vanquished, he never bore malice--nor woke it in others, which is worse. But he would slap a face almost as soon as look at it, on rather slight provocation, I'm afraid--especially if it were an inch or two higher up than his own. And he was fond of showing off, and always wanted to throw farther and jump higher and run faster than any one else. Not, indeed, that he ever wished to _mentally_ excel, or particularly admired those who did! Also, he was apt to judge folk too much by their mere outward appearance and manner, and not very fond of dull, ugly, commonplace people--the very people, unfortunately, who were fondest of him; he really detested them, almost as much as they detest each other, in spite of many sterling qualities of the heart and head they sometimes possess. And yet he was their victim through life--for he was very soft, and never had the heart to snub the deadliest bores he ever writhed under, even undeserving ones! Like ----, or ----, or the Bishop of ----, or Lord Justice ----, or General ----, or Admiral ----, or the Duke of ----, etc., etc. And he very unjustly disliked people of the bourgeois type--the respectable middle class, _quorum pars magna fui_! Especially if we were very well off and successful, and thought ourselves of some consequence (as we now very often are, I beg to say), and showed it (as, I'm afraid, we sometimes do). He preferred the commonest artisan to M. Jourdain, the bourgeois gentilhomme, who was a very decent fellow, after all, and at least clean in his habits, and didn't use bad language or beat his wife! Poor dear Barty! what would have become of all those priceless copyrights and royalties and what not if his old school-fellow hadn't been a man of business? And where would Barty himself have been without his wife, who came from that very class? And his admiration for an extremely good-looking person, even of his own sex, even a scavenger or a dustman, was almost snobbish. It was like a well-bred, well-educated Englishman's frank fondness for a noble lord.