“Didn’t you tell me I had a good case?” demanded the irascible plaintiff of Mr. Choate, when he found that the case had gone against him.
“Well, I think you did say something to me about it,” replied Mr. Choate, very indifferently.
“Yes, and didn’t you advise me to sue him?” cried the infuriated Smith.
“Let me see, Mr. Smith: how much did you pay me for that advice?”
“Nothing, sir! nothing!” roared Smith.
“Well, that was all it was worth,” remarked Mr. Choate, quietly.
Another of these free advice fellows detained the author at the post-office last week, and very patronizingly asked,—
“What would you take for a code id de ed, docdor?”
“Take? take two pocket handkerchiefs,” was the cheap prescription for a cheap patient.