Antiquity, I think, furnishes us with few more remarkable characters than Gentleman Jones.
That evening I thought it desirable to invite a friend to pass the time with me.

As long as my liquor lasted he stopped; when it was gone, he went away.

I was just locking the door after him, when it was pushed open gently, but very firmly, and Gentleman Jones walked in.
My pride, which had not allowed me to apply for protection to the prison authorities, would not allow me now to call for help.

I tried to get to the fireplace and arm myself with the poker, but Gentleman Jones was too quick for me.

"I have come, sir, to give you a lesson in morality to-night," he said; and up went his right hand.
I stopped the preliminary slap, but before I could hit him, his terrible left fist reached my head again; and down I fell once more--upon the hearth-rug this time--not over-heavily.
"Sir," said Gentleman Jones, making me a bow, "you have now received your first lesson in morality.