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I murmured an assent, which was full of feeling, considering that I knew nothing at all about him; and I inquired what Mr. Traddles was by profession. 'Traddles, returned Mr. Waterbrook, 'is a young man reading for the bar. Yes. He is quite a good fellow nobody's enemy but his own. 'Is he his own enemy? said I, sorry to hear this. 'Well, returned Mr.
Waterbrook informed me? said I. 'Why, yes, said Traddles, rubbing his hands slowly over one another. 'I am reading for the bar. The fact is, I have just begun to keep my terms, after rather a long delay. It's some time since I was articled, but the payment of that hundred pounds was a great pull. A great pull! said Traddles, with a wince, as if he had had a tooth out.
All it said was, 'My dear Trotwood. I am staying at the house of papa's agent, Mr. Waterbrook, in Ely Place, Holborn. Will you come and see me today, at any time you like to appoint? Ever yours affectionately, AGNES. It took me such a long time to write an answer at all to my satisfaction, that I don't know what the ticket-porter can have thought, unless he thought I was learning to write.
Waterbrook, who was a large lady or who wore a large dress: I don't exactly know which, for I don't know which was dress and which was lady came sailing in. I had a dim recollection of having seen her at the theatre, as if I had seen her in a pale magic lantern; but she appeared to remember me perfectly, and still to suspect me of being in a state of intoxication.
Waterbrook, pursing up his mouth, and playing with his watch-chain, in a comfortable, prosperous sort of way. 'I should say he was one of those men who stand in their own light. Yes, I should say he would never, for example, be worth five hundred pound. Traddles was recommended to me by a professional friend. Oh yes. Yes.
Waterbrook, and said, that I believed I had the pleasure of seeing an old schoolfellow there. 'Indeed! said Mr. Waterbrook, surprised. 'You are too young to have been at school with Mr. Henry Spiker? 'Oh, I don't mean him! I returned. 'I mean the gentleman named Traddles. 'Oh! Aye, aye! Indeed! said my host, with much diminished interest. 'Possibly.
He has a kind of talent for drawing briefs, and stating a case in writing, plainly. I am able to throw something in Traddles's way, in the course of the year; something for him considerable. Oh yes. Yes. I was much impressed by the extremely comfortable and satisfied manner in which Mr. Waterbrook delivered himself of this little word 'Yes', every now and then.
He looked, to the best of his ability, when he asked me for it confidentially, as if he had never seen me before; but well did I know him, and well did he know me. Conscience made cowards of us both. I found Mr. Waterbrook to be a middle-aged gentleman, with a short throat, and a good deal of shirt-collar, who only wanted a black nose to be the portrait of a pug-dog.
He told me he was happy to have the honour of making my acquaintance; and when I had paid my homage to Mrs. Waterbrook, presented me, with much ceremony, to a very awful lady in a black velvet dress, and a great black velvet hat, whom I remember as looking like a near relation of Hamlet's say his aunt. Mrs.
'Our friend Waterbrook will excuse me if I forbear to explain myself generally, on account of the magnitude of the interests involved. Mr. Waterbrook was only too happy, as it appeared to me, to have such interests, and such names, even hinted at, across his table. Mr.
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