His modesty, perhaps, did not hinder him in an affair of sheep or bullocks, nor yet in the collection of his debts; but at the club he understood his position, and rarely opened his mouth to speak.
When Twentyman followed the attorney into the room there was a vacant chair between Mr.Botsey and Harry Stubbings; but he would not get into it, preferring to seat himself on the table at Botsey's right hand.
"So Goarly was with you, Mr.Masters," Mr.Runciman began as soon as the attorney was seated.

It was clear that they had all been talking about Goarly and his law-suit, and that Goarly and the law-suit would be talked about very generally in Dillsborough.
"He was over at my place this evening," said the attorney.
"You are not going to take his case up for him, Mr.Masters ?" said young Botsey.

"We expect something better from you than that." Now Ned Botsey was rather an impudent young man, and Mr.Masters, though he was mild enough at home, did not like impudence from the world at large.

"I suppose, Mr.Botsey," said he, "that if Goarly were to go to you for a barrel of beer you'd sell it to him ?" "I don't know whether I should or not.

I dare say my people would.
But that's a different thing." "I don't see any difference at all.