I am able to throw something in Traddles's way, in the course of the year; something--for him--considerable.

Oh yes.

Yes.' I was much impressed by the extremely comfortable and satisfied manner in which Mr.Waterbrook delivered himself of this little word 'Yes', every now and then.

There was wonderful expression in it.

It completely conveyed the idea of a man who had been born, not to say with a silver spoon, but with a scaling-ladder, and had gone on mounting all the heights of life one after another, until now he looked, from the top of the fortifications, with the eye of a philosopher and a patron, on the people down in the trenches.
My reflections on this theme were still in progress when dinner was announced.