A very gentlemanly man, Mrs.Henry Spiker's brother, Mr.Copperfield.' I murmured an assent, which was full of feeling, considering that I knew nothing at all about him; and I inquired what Mr.Traddles was by profession.
'Traddles,' returned Mr.Waterbrook, 'is a young man reading for the bar.Yes.He is quite a good fellow--nobody's enemy but his own.' 'Is he his own enemy ?' said I, sorry to hear this.
'Well,' returned Mr.Waterbrook, pursing up his mouth, and playing with his watch-chain, in a comfortable, prosperous sort of way.

'I should say he was one of those men who stand in their own light.

Yes, I should say he would never, for example, be worth five hundred pound.

Traddles was recommended to me by a professional friend.

Oh yes.Yes.He has a kind of talent for drawing briefs, and stating a case in writing, plainly.