As he lounged along the street with his hands in his pockets, generally alone, people used to turn and look at him.
If he had taken a line of any kind he would have been known everywhere--but he did nothing.
The occasion on which I met him first was in the rooms of a common friend; there was a small gathering of men.

He was sitting in a low chair, smoking intently.

It was the one occupation he loved; he hardly said anything, though the conversation was very animated; silence was his latest phase; but as it was his first term, and he was not very well acquainted with the party, it appeared natural; not that being surrounded by dukes and bishops would have made the slightest difference to him if he had been disposed to talk, but he was not talkative, and held his tongue.
There had been some discussion about careers and their relative merits.

One rather cynical man had broken in upon the ambitious projects that were being advanced with, "Well, we must remember that we are after all only average men." "Yes," said Arthur, slowly, from the depths of his chair, "no doubt; only not quite so average." The gentleman addressed, who was a senior man, stared for a moment at the freshman who had ventured to correct him, to whom he had not even been introduced; but Arthur was staring meditatively at the smoke rising from his pipe, and did not seem inclined to move or be moved, so he concluded not to continue the discussion.
The only other thing I heard him say that night was as follows.

An ardent enthusiast on the subject of missions was present, who, speaking of an Indian mission lately started and apparently wholly ineffective, said, "But we must expect discouragement at first.