I had a long talk with him the other day, and I found that we think alike about a number of things." "Think alike about fiddlesticks!" spluttered the General, while he spilled over his waistcoat the water Corinna had given him.

"Why, the fellow ain't even in your class, sir!" "I said we had thoughts, not habits, in common, Powhatan," rejoined the Judge blandly.

"The same habits make a class, but the same thoughts make a friendship." "He told me he had talked to you," said Stephen eagerly, "and I wanted to know what your impression was.

He called you a great old boy, by the way." The Judge, who could wear at will the face either of Brutus or of Antony, became at once the genial friend of humanity.

"That pleases me more than you realize," he said.