At length I had a good view of him, and either my vision deceived me, or it was the old unfortunate Tommy.
I made my way to Mr.Waterbrook, and said, that I believed I had the pleasure of seeing an old schoolfellow there.
'Indeed!' said Mr.Waterbrook, surprised.

'You are too young to have been at school with Mr.Henry Spiker ?' 'Oh, I don't mean him!' I returned.

'I mean the gentleman named Traddles.' 'Oh! Aye, aye! Indeed!' said my host, with much diminished interest.
'Possibly.' 'If it's really the same person,' said I, glancing towards him, 'it was at a place called Salem House where we were together, and he was an excellent fellow.' 'Oh yes.

Traddles is a good fellow,' returned my host nodding his head with an air of toleration.

'Traddles is quite a good fellow.' 'It's a curious coincidence,' said I.
'It is really,' returned my host, 'quite a coincidence, that Traddles should be here at all: as Traddles was only invited this morning, when the place at table, intended to be occupied by Mrs.Henry Spiker's brother, became vacant, in consequence of his indisposition.