He has lately been playing a good deal with Famish.
When he makes his appearance in the drawing-room, which occasionally happens at a hunt-meeting or a race-ball, he enjoys himself extremely.
His young friend is Ensign Famish, who is not a little pleased to be seen with such a smart fellow as Rag, who bows to the best turf company in the Park.

Rag lets Famish accompany him to Tattersall's, and sells him bargains in horse-flesh, and uses Famish's cab.

That young gentleman's regiment is in India, and he is at home on sick leave.

He recruits his health by being intoxicated every night, and fortifies his lungs, which are weak, by smoking cigars all day.

The policemen about the Haymarket know the little creature, and the early cabmen salute him.
The closed doors of fish and lobster shops open after service, and vomit out little Famish, who is either tipsy and quarrelsome--when he wants to fight the cabmen; or drunk and helpless--when some kind friend (in yellow satin) takes care of him.