"I promised my mother it should never go on the parish, and it didn't." The incident occurred, very luckily, during the dead season, and the evening papers took the case up, and made rather a good thing out of it.
Jim became quite a hero, I remember.

Kind-hearted people wrote, urging that somebody--the ground landlord, or the Government, or some one of that sort--ought to do something for him.

And everybody abused the local vestry.

I really think some benefit to Jim might have come out of it all if only the excitement had lasted a little longer.

Unfortunately, however, just at its height a spicy divorce case cropped up, and Jim was crowded out and forgotten.
I told the boys this story of mine, after Jephson had done telling his, and, when I had finished, we found it was nearly one o'clock.