His right name was Compeyson; and that's the man, dear boy, what you see me a pounding in the ditch, according to what you truly told your comrade arter I was gone last night.
"He set up fur a gentleman, this Compeyson, and he'd been to a public boarding-school and had learning.

He was a smooth one to talk, and was a dab at the ways of gentlefolks.

He was good-looking too.

It was the night afore the great race, when I found him on the heath, in a booth that I know'd on.

Him and some more was a sitting among the tables when I went in, and the landlord (which had a knowledge of me, and was a sporting one) called him out, and said, 'I think this is a man that might suit you,'-- meaning I was.
"Compeyson, he looks at me very noticing, and I look at him.