"There's a fellow for you," I said. "He seems to increase in girth every month. I knew him when he tipped the scales at a hundred and thirty. Perhaps you wouldn't believe it—and what do you think he weighs now?"
"Well, what does he weigh?" asked my legal friend.
"Meat."
Fortunately at that moment my friend was stopped by an angry client.
Somehow this irate gentleman seemed to think he had gotten hold of the hot end of a deal.
And sputtering with rage he didn't hesitate to call a spade by its proper name.
"I see the scoundrel in your face!" exclaimed the angry man.
"That," replied the man of law, calmly, "I consider a personal reflection."