Sometimes he makes me think of the meek little fellow I saw recently in court.
He was a witness.
"Well," remarked the judge, "have you anything to say?"
Then the witness looked fearfully about him, like one long accustomed to knowing his place.
"That depends," said he, "upon circumstance. Is—er—my wife in the room, judge?"
While I am speaking of marrying let me tell you about a fellow I once knew.
His name was Steiner, and he set himself up in business as an international marriage broker.
You see, these matches between broken-down foreign noblemen and wealthy young American girls gave him an idea that he might make a nice dot.