Let him, by the use of his high art, rescue from the gallows and turn loose upon the world the wretch whose hands are reeking with the blood of father, mother, wife, and brother, and you may see Mr.Chaffanbrass, elated with conscious worth, rub his happy hands with infinite complacency.

Then will his ambition be satisfied, and he will feel that in the verdict of the jury he has received the honour due to his genius.

He will have succeeded in turning black into white, in washing the blackamoor, in dressing in the fair robe of innocence the foulest, filthiest wretch of his day; and as he returns to his home, he will be proudly conscious that he is no little man.
In person, however, Mr.Chaffanbrass is a little man, and a very dirty little man.

He has all manner of nasty tricks about him, which make him a disagreeable neighbour to barristers sitting near to him.

He is profuse with snuff, and very generous with his handkerchief.