"Judge Hunter."
I was most benign.
"Indeed! Is that Judge Hunter?"
"Going down to Lewes Assizes; been spending a day in town."
That was a Monday. Of course, the day before had been Sunday. But what the man meant is more than I can say.
The thin old gentleman and I shared a compartment. He fed me with scraps of information by the way.
"Good judge, Hunter. He has one qualification which a good judge ought to have."
"What is that?"
"Been a bit of a rogue himself."
"Is that a qualification which goes to the making of a good judge? Then what a number of good judges there must be."