Any attempt at sophistry or chicanery made him downright venomous, and he only recovered himself when, by dint of superior acumen, he had enabled the righteous cause to triumph.

He was also far-famed for his incorruptibility.

Whoever approached him with ducats was incontinently kicked out-of-doors, and if any pretty woman visited him with the intention of making her charms influence his judgments, he would treat her so unceremoniously that she was likely to think twice before visiting him again on a similar errand.
No sooner did Bordacsi perceive Mr.Meyer than he took off his spectacles and put them on the page of the document before him, so as not to lose his place; then he exclaimed, in an extraordinarily rough voice-- "Well, what's the matter, friend Meyer ?" Mr.Meyer was glad to hear the word "friend," but this was a mere form of expression with his Honour the Judge.

He always said "friend" to lawyers' clerks, lackeys, and even to the parties to a suit whom it was his duty to tear to ribbons.

Meyer, however, set forth his grievance quite confidently.