Rossiter said: "I was a sort of godfather to him, don't you know.

David! you must do me credit and make haste to take silk and become a Judge." Crofts moved from where he sat next to a Bishop.

("Damn it all! I like bein' respectable, but why _will_ they always put me next a Bishop or an Archdeacon?
It spoils all my best stories.") He came over--dragging his chair--to Rossiter and said "I say! Will you introduce me to our young friend here ?" He was duly introduced.
"H'm, Williams?
_That_ doesn't tell me much.

But somehow your face reminds me awfully of--of--some one I used to know.

J'ever have a sister ?" "No," said David.
Crofts, he noticed, had aged very much in the intervening eight years.