The ostentatious said he was a screw; but he gave away more money than far more extravagant people: he was a disciple of David Hume (whom he admired more than any other mortal), and the serious denounced him as a man of dangerous principles, though there were, among the serious, men much more dangerous than James Binnie.
On returning to his hotel, Colonel Newcome found this worthy gentleman installed in his room in the best arm-chair sleeping cosily; the evening paper laid decently over his plump waistcoat, and his little legs placed on an opposite chair.

Mr.Binnie woke up briskly when the Colonel entered.

"It is you, you gad-about, is it ?" cried the civilian.

"How has the beau monde of London treated the Indian Adonis?
Have you made a sensation, Newcome?
Gad, Tom, I remember you a buck of bucks when that coat first came out to Calcutta--just a Barrackpore Brummell--in Lord Minto's reign, was it, or when Lord Hastings was satrap over us ?" "A man must have one good coat," says the Colonel; "I don't profess to be a dandy; but get a coat from a good tailor, and then have done with it." He still thought his garment was as handsome as need be.
"Done with it--ye're never done with it!" cries the civilian.
"An old coat is an old friend, old Binnie.

I don't want to be rid of one or the other.