No, it's not pleasant; but I tell ye, man, in conscience I don't think it would be fair to leave him.

Mind you, I don't say there's anything actually wrong.

What I say is that I don't like the looks of it, man!" and he would press the arm of his momentary confidant.
In the early stages I am persuaded there was no malice.

He talked but for the pleasure of airing himself.

He was essentially glib, as becomes the young advocate, and essentially careless of the truth, which is the mark of the young ass; and so he talked at random.