It's bigger upwards.

Say, do you know, you remind me of a fellow I knew in New York!" "Haw, haw!" laughed Brock, without grace or reason.

Miss Fowler caught her breath sharply.
"Fellow named Brock.

Stupid sort of chap, my mother says.

I--" "Oh, dear me, Mr.Ulstervelt," cried Edith, breaking in, "you shan't say anything mean about Mr.Brock.