The fellow is a boozy.—Oh, Boozy was his mother's name, was it?
Worser luck I never knew.—Well, you need not make it worserer.
I always said he had a good 'eart.—Yes, quite an artist.
So glad to see you, old cock!—Come, allow me humanity.
Contemptuous fellow! I would not go near him.—If he were contemptible, it would not matter, I suppose.
He is the most unique of friends.—Good; one likes degrees in uniqueness.
How aggravating!—Indeed? what does it aggravate?
So I ascended up.—Ingenious man, doubling your speed like that.
I had to do it; I was in an engagement.—Like Xenophon's hoplites.