A sharp-witted fellow was Potts, and versed in all the quirks and tricks of a very subtle profession--not over-scrupulous, provided a client would pay well; prepared to resort to any expedient to gain his object, and quite conversant enough with both practice and precedent to keep himself straight.

A bustling, consequential little personage was he, moreover; very fond of delivering an opinion, even when unasked, and of a meddling, make-mischief turn, constantly setting men by the ears.

A suit of rusty black, a parchment-coloured skin, small wizen features, a turn-up nose, scant eyebrows, and a great yellow forehead, constituted his external man.

He partook of the hospitality at the Abbey, but had his quarters at the Dragon.

He it was who counselled Roger Nowell to abide by the decision of Sir Ralph, confidently assuring him that he must carry his point.
This dispute was not, however, the only one the knight had to adjust, or in which Master Potts was concerned.